National Farmers' Day

A day for the farmer, small food grower

Tilling all day, but doesn’t make hay.

In the soil he toils, his feet full of boils

His skin full of many a wrinkle, for him the bells don’t jingle.

When he makes a harvest, barely enough to cover his expense at best

Now he is on a protest, for the nation it is a test.

He is neither a Khalistani, nor an armed terrorist

Just a humble farmer and sports no armour

Please don’t call him names, and don’t play games

If you can address his grievance, that would make sense.