Voice to My Thoughts!!!

After the wrath of Varuna, The sun was shining, the sky was clear, A perfect day, at least he thought so. No birds were singing in the sky, No sprouts were smiling on the farm, It wasn't even noon, and the clouds started laughing. Not today, the farmer inside him cried, Who was he to be listened? It was already written, By the time of evening, it was yesterday all over again. A cloudy sky, washed away the lights, A downpour of doom, a deluge of despair, It soaked the earth, and flooded the farms. It was okay till then but, Dam walls couldn't hold, all the hell broke loose, A farmer broke I saw that night, he couldn't even cry. The water rises, the land erodes, The farmer stands, and watches in despair, The crops are gone, leaving a broken man behind. But even though the battle was lost, The farmer knows, he must go on, War is there to fight, surrendering is not an option He works day and night, The land heals, even the earth feels, The farmer knows he must be patient. I see...

Life of poor farmer from crib to death bed... I was in the crib, wondering about everything I could see. I saw blue walls of a cradle, I wanted to come out, but I wasn't able to.  I was on the farmland, wondering about what she was working on. I saw her in  blue saree, I wanted to play in her lap, but I wasn't able to. I was going to school, wondering about where the dirt road would go. I saw a blue car passing by, I wanted to have a ride, but I wasn't able to. I was working on the farm, wondering about when the drought will be over. I saw a blue sky above me, I wanted to have some rain, but I wasn't getting a drop. I was looking at her picture, wondering about when she will come back to me. I saw her blue eyes, I wanted to kiss her, but I wasn't able to.  I was looking at my child in the crib, wondering about when he will grow up and support me, He saw blue walls of a crib, he wanted to come out, but he wasn't able to. I was thinking of all these, wondering abo...