Poor Farmer by Monalisa Parida
Monalisa Parida writes on the current dilemma facing Indian farmers.
He is a poor farmer,
Seeking for sympathy and succour.
No goal, no dream, no recognition,
Feed the world his only aspiration.
Cold months snivelling night,
On the streets and helpless fights.
Drip drop drip drop fear goes,
Inside the heart in regular dose.
With new hope and new ambition,
Meet them with slow motion .
They think everything floccinaucinihilipilification,
But nation needs a solution.
Raze virus gulping frame,
Devour life and deathly claim.
Scary steps of white-robed ministers,
Ready to fly, the birds flutter.
Listening , considering and sympathy,
Fail to control its antipathy.
Never think its a fiction,
We need a peaceful nation.
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