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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I break my back bone to cultivate your life, Your life, I mean your daily rice, The rising sun never wakes me, I am already on the field saying Good morning, When my fingers dig with axe and sickle, My Earthworm friends greet and wiggle, The scent of rain , petrichor gain, That earthly scent cures my blisters and blain, When the cool breeze touches my vein, I feel this is heaven and forget my pain, Though my stomach growls to break the fast, I grind the grains for my sapiens feast, When rats and snakes bite with fangs, That is no more blood but wet red sand, Where I immerse my feet deep inside, And my mother holds me firm from deep inside, This is my life – a happy life, Always surrounded by green purple loosestrife, When everything changed like moving clouds, My motherland in hunger cried out loud, I tried to stop the monsoon wind, But it has too lost its moisture kind, I begged my neighbors for water source, But scarcity has blocked their way and I can't force, To take this pain to the ears of God, So many sacrifices and prayers flawed, My biggest hope is my human clan, He can understand because I have filled his urn, I am standing outside to reach his eyes, But he gives me a pen to write my cries, I know to till and I know to plough, I know to sow and I know to grow, But not a letter to read or write, Should I be a literate to show our mother's plight? It was you who ate, Now hate to hear my dreadful fate! When your mother dies you work to earn, How can you forget her love and concern, She bequeathed her to make you live, To see her die I can't live. People of Tamilnadu are suffering from acute water scarcity. There is no enough water for agriculture. Our farmers are dying day by day consuming pesticides just because there is no water to carry out agriculture. They are struggling and protesting in non-violent ways to expose their problems to this world and bring a solution to save this land and our lives because if there is no Agriculture there is no food which means no livelihood. I dedicate this poem to all the farmers across the world.
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