A Forlorn Life of a Farmer

Bright sun shone on his vast barren meadows,
His downcast face prayed for an even existence,  
With a burdened brain and a fear of future,
He dreamt of a miracle uplifting his life.

Canal where Cauvery had spread it's wings,
Now runs with sweat and tears of his likes,
His hands which took care of thousands,
Now strives to fill stomachs of few.

With his bills building up and choices falling off,
The light of hope began to blur
With nature too ceasing to lend a hand,
He learnt no God can help him.                                            

And thus chose to take his own life,
Believing his woes would be noticed,
With no stable solution still,
His death became one among the many

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