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A Farmer's Demise
by himanshu modi

Thursday, October 21, 2010
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This poem is about the hybrid seed controversy which rages on in India. The hybrid seeds, as marketed by the MNCs promise the farmers a better yield. This however hasnít materialized. And since the hybrid seeds are more expensive, the farmerís have suffered a two way loss. Not only did they have to shell out extra. But because of the poorer yield they have not been able to recover the costs. This has led the farmerís to bankruptcy and unable to feed their families, many have been driven to the point of suicide. All this in a country where a vast majority depend on agriculture for their livelihoodÖ

The sweetly burning sun
The smoothly flowing sweat
Blithe blisters in my hands
From untiring ferment.

The bosom of the earth
Fed with foreign seed.
My heart that awaits
A crop of bettered breed.

Seducing the land
The beat of the rain
Like a debutant father
I wait for the grain.

But the soil bears no fruit.
I have no crop to hay.
Hopes buried with the lies
And traps that they lay.

It wasn't the scented soil
And thorough was my toil
The seeds' prevarication
Mothered destitution.

My family foundered
Perishing in poverty.
Victims of seed-sellers'
Greed and Apathy.

The price of poverty too high
For honest work to suffice.
The deceit of the rich
Celebrated my demise.

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