Their parched skin,

The sunken eyes,

The famished heart …

and the shattered dreams,

They yearn light,

thrust upon is darkness!

They yearn for life…

Yes, they get one–

a miserable one!

Their desire..

burns up in pyre..

Their tears..

just silently dry..

Their flickering spirit..

sinks with the setting sun…

They see death..

they await death…

with the parched skin..

the sunken eyes..

the famished hearts 

and the shattered dreams….

 

 

The farmers in the state of Maharashtra (India) have been hit with drought many times and a lot many farmers committed suicide out of depression and lack of means to repay loans and debts. I know a city person like me can not fully understand their plight nor can be of much help to them, not because I do not want to but because I am fighting my own little wars of day-to-day living… however I do hope and pray, that they sail over their miseries. May God smile upon them with good fortune!!