Salute To The Farmer Fighter

Farmers, you toil the soil

Even if the temperatures are on the boil

Never give up come Sun or rain

Bearing the complete ethos of pain

With a faraway look into uncertainty

When life itself is full of morbidity.

Struggling with the changes around

Tilling all day long, the stretch of ground

Subsistence is the way of life,

Just the family taking things in their strife

To make ends meet they keep borrowing

The government in no way stops harrowing.

Keeps a look at the expanse of land

Hoping seeds will germinate to meet the demand

Yet another season, the crops do not turn up

Feel every hope and desire burnt up

The land has been on the mortgage

For everything around, there is a shortage.

Life ahead is so humongous

Situations so satirical haunt us

Future of the children, their education

Lack of everything for the coming generation

Adjustments with the bare minimum

Survival has become a daily thing

Where is the societal hierarchy?

Hiding behind a façade so starchy

Plans to make an atmanirbhar parliament

Bureaucracy needs to pause and be tolerant;

To the numerous annadattas our provider

And raise a salute to the farmer fighter.