SuicideA Poem by Mary Christabel GeorgeFarmer suicide is one of the major concerns in India.SUICIDE
Wrinkles on his face, grey hairs & untidy clothes. It clearly gave me an insight to his situation.
They say majority of Indians reside in rural part of our country. They also say that India is an agricultural country.
If so, then farming becomes a dominant profession. And this old man was no one else but a farmer.
A profession that feeds us all well, Today miserably sees the dries up wells.
Irrigation & cultivation such good words to hear, But, the unfortunate drought comes every year.
When did we see the green grass last time This is a blurred image as every where there is famine.
Barren lands which awaits drops of rain Every year farmers witness the failed crops & pain.
Promotion rallies & governments keep coming & going Condition of Marathwada &Vidharba seems never changing. Burning soil with cracks spread every centimeter People still draw water from villages away from 150- 200 kilometers.
From southwest monsoon to Arabian sea, there is no ray of hope. No fodder for animals & scarcity of drinking water. God forbid! but how shall one cope?
He could have boasted about maize, Soybeans & sugar cane. But, the extended help too failed to reach though train.
With one daughter of marriageable age & a son who’s school fees yet to be paid. Heavy debts, loans & scanty rainfall is what he last said.
Wrinkles on his face, grey hairs & untidy clothes, It gave me an insight that why did he committed a suicide.
© 2015 Mary Christabel GeorgeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 27, 2015 Last Updated on August 27, 2015 AuthorMary Christabel GeorgePune, Humanity, IndiaAboutOnly words & words that I have for you. And if you read my work, to take your heart away. more..Writing
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