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his dreams were small
he was scared of the fall
to be hurt so bad
by losing it all
his means were limited
the fields stagnated
year after year
his debts collaborated
he had mouths to feed
their hunger wasn't greed
burdened by fate
no ear to pay him heed
and then the sun rose
but his eyes were close
bidding a farewell
it was death that he chose
helpless and lonely when alive
in death, he was featured live
News channels and politics
this life was what he paid as bribe
the crops still weep blood
in famine, and in flood
but why do we care
we've learnt to ignore the failing bud
his dreams were small
he was scared of the fall
to be hurt so bad
by losing it all
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Sadly if one's dreams are small, why does one have to bribe people to feature your death in living stream? But I get the psychology as this is what happens when one is overwhelm with life's pressures and debts; death is an easy way out. I wonder if this is true though ~ Thanks for linking up with D'verse ~
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace. Unfortunately, these are the bitter truth of this world.
DeleteThank you for sharing this well-written poem. Loved it! :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Balqis :-)
DeleteA very well written and thought provoking poem Amrit. Depicting the harsh realities of the farmers, who toil throughout the year and yet d not see their small dreams getting fulfilled.
ReplyDeleteDeep!
ReplyDeleteThank You Celestine :-)
DeleteAlas - so sad when not even the smallest needs can be fulfilled- crops weeping blood, what a heavy line.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn :-)
DeleteFunny how true
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Thank You Kate :-)
DeleteTragic when nature herself turns against you and you can't eek out a living...even a small, modest one. You describe so well the bleakness and hopelessness of this scenario. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Bodhirose :-)
DeleteImagery is very vivid in this, Amrit. It is a lesson in tragedy.
ReplyDeleteThank You Sara :-)
DeleteHow sad it is when we lose hope, lose the fight within us. And it is true that (sometimes) our problems are only highlighted become topical after death.
ReplyDeleteKind regards
Anna :o]
Well said Anna :-)
DeleteVery well written Amrit. You captured the nuances of the small farmer's life very well.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jolly :-)
DeleteNicely written. .
ReplyDeleteReally paining. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarala :-)
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