An evocative poem about the plight of farmers that push them to commit suicide, by Nutan, exclusively for Different Truths.

In his eye I saw a world
Looking for a word of care and love
In which beauty sinks
In which love is at its brink
In tears of eyes writ in love
In a love begging for love
For I am a farmer in my own right
Caring tender in my world full of strife
To fill you in your fill of food, cloth and all needs of life
To grow your wheat for you
In your need to draw in you
Growing food as my right

In my cotton so soft and white
In the yarn so beautifully spun
In you to dress your life

The food on your table I bring to you
In my blood I drink to you
Tasting my blood, it spills in you
In my blood of you
In you rests my life
In my life rests your life
Then why do you treat me like dirt
In my dust kill me in the very dust
In which I sprinkle my love
In the heat and sunshine of love
Gruelling in my sweat in the love of our earth
In its love sowing my love
In the saplings of love
Tendering my love
In crops for you
Farmers’ suicide in its writ in your love
To kill me with your love
Hang me to death instead
Kill me I am the one who gives you life, sustains your life
Hang me to death
Hang me for life
In my woe as I turn to you
In you
Kill me in you
Your life.

©Nutan Sarawagi 

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