I Am The Son Of A Farmer

"How are you studying son". 

"I am studying well, baba". 

"Study well; it’s the only life saver for you". 

"For us baba ". 

"Forget about us, we lived our life, concentrate on your studies”; anyway I am going to sell our farm ". 

"Are, why baba, I thought of keeping for us".

"Don’t even dare to have such thoughts", the shout jolted the son. 

Shocked, he saw tears flooding through his baba's eyes, 

He knows the game changers; the politicians along with MNCs almost robbed the farmers. 

The little piece of land came from their forefathers. 

He knows how much his father loves the land and its crops. 

It brings a smile across his baba’s weather beaten face, farmers. 

His son bent his head in sadness and shame, 

What a fate, shameful, tearful, the proud farmer, the feeder of the country, today is turning his head away from his beloved mother. 

These thirsty politicians shaking hands with multinational companies, for crores of rupees, salted away in Swiss banks, at the cost of our backbone, our beloved farmers. 

What happened to jai kisan, jai jawan, the nara given by our great sri lb sastriji, gone with the wind? 

No, I will make my father proud, I will make so much money and buy so much agriculture land, where my proud father, whose head is down with sorrow will raise in pride. 

For my father, for a proud farmer. 

Mighty proud of you.