The Turns

The lush, green the toil of the men that yields, the life of the brown, In the scorching sun, while the household dwells in search of water and power to make a living out of an only known profession.

The green revolution saved humanity, Where starvation lost its charm. But not the vitality of the farmers has never been recognized.

The applause was made, when a celebrity projected the life of the toilers under the British Empire.

Where the unity of religion, caste, creed united to defeat a sophisticated game of the white and indeed overthrown their regime through independence.

Emotions dwindled, songs were played in repeated mode but the era ended when history repeated where the life of ordinary got skillfully kindled with problems.

Fondness felt, for the toilers.

Several took advantage of political movements where others were scripted with artists of various mediums in media.

Some cries were recorded and others remain deaf to the need of the ordinary as trp ratings are a concern.

The corporate thieves, get protected as they drill through the holes of law and as they shun the officials by the currency.

The weak toiling peasants and agriculturists are anguished by the process of revenue and bystander which remains a paradox for even the enlightened.

The shortest route gets laid in the smart city.

The industrial typhoons are invited to invest in a smart nation.

The tourist gets invited, to the smartest country.

But at what cost? The unspecified price?

The fertile land gets grasped, as the opportunity gets knocked, in the name of job subsidies for the mentally wrapped youths.

Give me blood, will give you freedom, was a famous freedom slogan.

Block foreign goods without shedding blood was a non-violence movement.

The media delivered the message and strengthen the moment through the art and words of many unknown heroes even during the adversity of the freedom struggle but the impact is lost in the crowd of survival in current trends.

The rope, the knife, the rodent killer is easily available where kindness, equality, and humanity are not accessible.

As the farmers lose hope, in the battle between poverty, hunger, and politicians the evil seems to win over humanity.

But nature finds a way to endure. Money and power are futile, in mortal life. In the end, we need six feet of land to be part of the lifecycle in the name of death.

It's up to you, to be in the hearts of people or the hearings of the courts.

Be human, define what is necessary and not what is an extravagance.

Plan to lay roads, to raise entrepreneurs, and improve food distribution to evolve as a developed nation, rather than laying a pathway to the grave of the farmers in the name of income generation, by killing biodiversity.

There are no wrong turns in powers, each turn was planned that changed the course of the history of a nation.

Hopefully, the heartfelt turn is made to survive humanity.