A powerful poem from Sarala, which depicts the trials, tribulations and the joy of farmers, who starve to feed millions, in Different Truths.
Let me write a poem
gathering verses from the
fragrant breeze wafting
Let my quill be dipped in
my tears of love for all
holding it tight lest it may slip
and wet the paper
See the birds flying in the air
Do they cry for food?
No because they know their master
Is their provider!
I have few cups of grains at home
Quietly kept in an earthen pot
I will make beautiful rice gruel
For both of us
We both share from the same bowl
Thinking of yesteryear
When everything was plentiful
Be thankful we have two cups of grains
To fill our stomach!
We will work again in the field
Sowing seeds of love
They will sprout when it rains
And we both will rejoice
Looking at our reward!
Weak as our body is
Our spirit is high
So don’t worry my love
We will have enough
Till such time we will
Live on our love!
The quill is dry
Let me dip it in my tears
to write our love story
for the world to read n enjoy !
Let all see with faith how two cups
Of grain filled sacks and sacks
feeding all the hungry around!
©Sarala Balachandran
Photos from the internet.
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Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.
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