The fruit of hardwork is sweet or bitter?

Thinking about the farmers -The Meal Gods

They are the ones born with fertility in their hands

But, that day I saw them protesting

Some were even older than my grandfather

I remember the sun...was just like the authorities

It got hotter and burned them.

Their voices were cracking down

As they sat their shouting for their rights

The eyes that use to shine on the harvest...had fired up

They say," It's obvious for us to die...."

I ask why!!?

The great men of our society, providing us food

How are they supposed to cry or die?

The hardworking days and sleepless nights of a farmer

are forgotten....as we taste our mother's food.

A farmer grows a crop...like his own daughter

-with love and care.

And believe me...it's not easy for a father to see his daughter die.

It's funny how we started from' Save Tigers'

And reached ' Save Farmers'.

They are supposed to hug each other after every harvest

But they end up hugging the ropes tied to their ceiling

Leaving their families to starve

And their kids...They end up hating their own lands

for swallowing up their fathers.

These protests are not a battle of a farmer against a wrong decision. It's the battle of this whole nation. We work for hours...but a farmer works for acres. A  farm is more than land and crops...it is a family's heritage and future.

#mealgods #saviours