Vision drowned in the moist eyes,
Existence subdued in half baked lies,
In my revelry today innocence cries,
When a famished farmer silently dies.
Scent of faint success in the air,
Asphyxiates the stench of despair,
As feeble souls now just stare,
In heavens see, a life beyond repair.
Silence shrouds the pitiful smiles,
A scene stretched for faraway miles,
Locked somewhere in meaningless files,
Lies Hope, suffocated, behind all those piles.
In muffled voices out of parched lips,
Each breath’s vigor in small steps slips,
As Life in its ultimate repose sleeps,
I stand dazed, as no brotherly eye weeps?
I start afresh with my moist eyes,
Armed with a bunch of half baked lies,
Who cares what my innocence cries,
I begin to rob, a famished farmer, as he dies.
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Javed,
I hope this poem is dedicated to the famished farmers of Maharashtra. How come you bring out the pain in such a literary terms.. I must commend it was a concise picture of farmers apathy.
Wish you could remain to be this sentimental and passionate about the cause of others.. for long long time..
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