Tale of a Peasant

He lives there, where people love Land as mother, worship agriculture People of his nation, after independence brought green, white, yellow, blue revolutions to meet with the crisis of food to wipe out hunger to up root poverty. He tills his mother earth carries plough on his shoulder sheds his sweats turns himself into soil. After a year of severe flood, several children of his homeland are at risk of death due to lack of proper nutrition. He returns from his polluted land carrying a basket on his shoulder full of golden harvest. Flood stricken cornfields Harvests destroyed, paddy fields washed yet he carries food grains on his shoulder The cattle Kraals are empty The goats gaunt No protein food for children but he is carrying a basket full of golden harvest. In his motherland where people worship food as god Through away it and feel proud for it where some people also search dustbins madly hoping a handful of stale rice to do away with their hunger. The experts do research on cropping Those with power keep their power. Only he, the nominal farmer trusts himself with earth’s treasure is carrying a basket full of golden harvest on his shoulder. The sun does not dissuade him, nor the water logging that blows against him as he ploughs barren land, grows golden harvests on the other hand, drowns into the deep sea of loans beaten by poverty. He feeds the nation, cannot feed his family. He trusts his hand for his countrymen what they used now, but cannot do his family and himself. Between life and death, he is carrying a basket on his one shoulder full of golden harvest carries fear of suicide on his other shoulder.