I am but a Farmer

By Mrs. Shubhi Juneja.

 

THE AZURE SKY, THE AUBURN FIELDS, WITHERED HANDS AND EYES THAT APPEAL.

YES, I AM A FARMER; THE DAWN OF DAY WAKES ME UP, THE DARKNESS CRADLES ME AT NIGHT. I WATCH MY FIELDS AND OBLIGE.

 

THE CITY MAN MAY NEVER KNOW ME OR THAT I EXIST, BUT THIS DOES NOT PERTURB ME A BIT. FOR I KNOW THAT MINE ARE THE HANDS THAT KEEP HIM NOURISHED. THE WORLD IS PROGRESSING, NUKES ARE SET, TECHNOLOGY FLOURISHES AND 5G IS NEXT. BUT MY TRIBE IS STILL THE SAME. OUR BOND WITH EARTH AND SKY, NO ONE CAN TAME. INTERNET MIGHT TAKE YOU WHEREVER YOU WISH, BUT WHEN I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, I WISH. MANY RECKON THAT MY LIFE IS NOT EASY BUT IT GIVES ME JOY IN HEAPS. YOU SEE, IT IS VERY SIMPLE. I JUST TOIL ON THE SEEDS AND IT SATISFIES ME. ME AND MY FOLKS DO NOT FIGHT, FOR THE EARTH IS OUR MOTHER AND THE HEAVENS OUR MIGHT. THEY LOOK AFTER US AND ARE KIND.

IT IS CONTENDING TO SEE THE SEEDS GROW AND SAPLINGS MATURE.THE EARTH GIVES ME AND I GIVE YOU MORE. TO TOIL HARD ON LAND IS WHAT MY FOREFATHERS HAVE TOLD AND I TEACH MY SONS TO TOIL EVEN MORE. SOIL IS MY TEACHER AND MY EXPERIENCE MY MARKS; MY WORLD IS FOREVER CHEERFUL AND NEVER DARK.

THE NATURE IS BENEVOLENT, IT IS KIND, HAS NO CAPRICE OR INTENT MALIGN. BUT SOMETIMES I WONDER, WHY MY NEIGHBOUR TOOK HIS OWN LIFE. DIDN’T IT RAIN OR DID THE SUN NOT SHINE? I AM THEN INFORMED THAT MY WORLD IS NOT KIND. FOR THOUGH, I TOIL TILL MY BACK ACHES AND MY THROAT IS DRY, ALL THAT PEOPLE CARE FOR IS THAT I SURVIVE. PARLIAMENTARY BILLS, POLITICS AND POLITICIANS- THEY FEND OFF ME TOO. SOME ARE SATISFIED WITH WHAT I GROW WHILE OTHERS CARE TO JUST STEP ON ME AND MORE.

BUT I NEVER COMPLAIN, FOR THE EARTH IS MY MOTHER AND THE HEAVENS ABOVE MY MIGHT. YES, I AM BUT A FARMER; THE DAWN OF DAY WAKES ME UP AND THE DARKNESS CRADLES ME AT NIGHT. I WATCH MY FIELDS AND OBLIGE.

I GENUFLECT AT THE ALTAR AND PRAY TO THE DIVINE. I THANK THEE MY LORD AND IMPLORE TO SATIATE THE HUNGER OF MANKIND!

 

About the author: 

Mrs. Shubhi is a middle school English Teacher at Bal Bharati Public School, GRH Marg. 

 

 

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