Sons of the Soil
Gopalakrishnan Prakash posted under
Tale-a-thlon S4: Poetry
on 2024-08-14
Farmer 1:How goes you, farmer Shyamsundar?
Farmer 2 : Mother Nature is angry with us, Ram
Her fury unleashed through cyclone last year
This year she is tight fisted with the rains
Where do we go, what else can one do?
F1: Think of the times she was generous
Happily Bountiful were the harvests
Now whose fault is that the seasons changed?
Who is burning oil unleashing
Fumes?
Who is ravaging the forests
And denuding the mountain sides?
F2: Progress rushes us headlong to hell
Youth no longer wish to cultivate
Future beckons with 3D printed food