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