It seems it has finally broken its silence
The tearful hot season has come to its end
The desperate farmers look up to heaven
To thank the Almighty for His care
Last evening it was dull and dreary
The sticky sweat trailing down my back
The tired animals, birds and insects
Hunting for places to hide behind
These dumb and mute can only sigh
Pant and lick their bodies to cool
Man the social animal runs for shelter
In the hope to keep his body, cool
The tireless farmers with teary eyes
Beg heaven to cool their cracked up fields
The sudden monsoon eases their pain
Helps them to plough and reap their grains
They feed the nation, but die in vain
When floods destroy their gains
They hang themselves they lose their lives
When man and nature play conflicting games
Oh, Lord! Be kind to these gentle folks
Praise be to You for Your countless blessings
Let the monsoon come timely
To gently reap the abundant goods
So man can survive …
The lonesome farmer his family too
Needs Your support to reap his field.
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
Beautiful poem on a simple but an extremely important subject. Survival of not only a farmer & his family depends on it but in fact every life is at its mercy cos its the most important season of our life. Our very existence depends on it. The poem has depicted this idea very well.