Farmers suicide : in my noose to kill / Poem by Nutan Sarawagi

Poem by Nutan Sarawagi
Farmers suicide : in my noose to kill
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
clothe 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 it 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
Yet I live undressed
distressed within myself
how many sufferings
in me to count
As I walk alone
in this journey of life
within me
in tears
that have now dried
In a life unheard
before it ends my life
Hear me
give me a voice
Or else
Hang me to death
Hang me for life
In my woe as I turn to you
in ‘you ‘ Kill me
in you ‘Your ‘life 
Every 3O minutes a farmer in India commits suicide!
With the new “reforms” things are likely to just get worse.
Tens of thousands of farmers have taken to the streets , the biggest such protest in years as they fear new laws will leave them at the mercy of corporates !
For they may survive the corona but how will they survive this cruel law taking away their bread and butter , leaving them on the fringes of poverty far worse than before !
Destroy more than one lakh villages of Kisan (farmers ) with vikas, development after independence and then shout “Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan”(Long live soldiers!Long live farmers !)
Destroy millions of acres of fertile soil of bharat and then shout Bharat Mata ki Jai !(Long live Mother India 🇮🇳 !)
If farmers stop their supplies to cities they would collapse in one month.
Industrial governments will help farmers ?
Industrial governments run by corporations, by urban people , have destroyed the whole planet in hundred years and in the end they are going to kill all us humans on earth.
On the Eve of ‘Delhi Chalo Andolan ‘Protest March by Farmers
A poem dedicated to them !

One thought on “Farmers suicide : in my noose to kill / Poem by Nutan Sarawagi

  1. Nutan, i live in Wisconsin, USA. my county is the most “dairy” in the whole state…or was. as a kid i spent summers working on my brother’s and brother-in-law’s farms. they were small compared to the large corporate farms which have bought up all the small famers’ land, destroyed the patchwork field and made “fields” which look more like the Great Plains. the government supports them. as i drive about i do not recognize where i am except in memory. the machinery goes up and down the roads and highways. it is so huge cars have to make room for them as they pass. years ago it was rare to see a farmer on his tractor on a public road. the mega-farmers are people, too. they have families to feed. i know some of them. like everyone else some are wonderful, kind, and ecologically caring folks. but some are demons making money their god. so my food is taken by me as all of life must be…there’s good in every evil and evil in every good.
    in the sum of it, love is a glory and a vexation, and woe be the one who falls into it. be blessed, always and all ways. john kopecky
    p.s. i have been a poet since childhood. it snowed for the first time last night.
    i don’t know if you’ll ever get this because i am not a member of anything. i found your post on some else’s “images” who is from India. we first “met” on G+ years ago but remain in contact. as India is a mysterious place, i email her and she leaves her messages encoded in her “images.” i intuit which one she want me to read at any given moment. it’s sort of telepathy but it works for us.
    i have no website only a blogspot blog which, i’m sorry but i’ve had others and deleted them and this “new” one is so new i don’t know the address off hand. i’m almost 70 years old and my mind is not as nimble as it used to be. :) i don’t know my URL. all i know is i’m using Windows 10

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