Farmer As Sisyphus

Story of Hasari Pal

Small farmer of the

‘City of Joy’ fame

Is like the Greek myth of the

King Sisyphus.

Season after season

Year after year

He toils to

Make the ends meet.

His face, wrinkled and crinkled

Weathered by the seasons

His back bent by

The burden of his life.

Hi age by birth, forty

But looks plus fifty

By the way, he has lived life.

Two square meals, that is all

He asks for and a little more

For the education of his children.

Yet, the state is in denial

Make him ready for his funeral.