19ENG207 G.JEROLINE

 FARMERS

 

Where were those greenery?

     I miss those scenery.

When I was a child,

     I used to play hide and seek.

In the fields.

     Where there was yields.

 

With no corporates to rule.

     But now, India is a tool.

Seeing the plight,

     One has to fight

For one’s right

     So fight till the end,

With zeal to bent;

 

The law which is so rigid

     May somewhat become mild.

To brighten up,

     The life of the peasants,

With the essence of pleasance.

Which changes their lives.

       To drive, their unending fate.

 

                                    By

                                            G. Jeroline

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