Did the old farmer say,
Stop, don't come to my land
No, still the heaven's didn't cry,
No drop on the dry land.
See skeletons in man and his animals,
See empty vessels scattered,
In old battered kitchens,
Apathy of whom, God or man?
Doors stay open in those houses,
thatched roofs in tatters
allow all, birds,sun or mice
But nothing in house to loot!
He sits by the threshold
looking at the endless blue sky
Tears wet his cheeks,
All he sees is the blinding sunlight.
He prays to God,
to let the sky sleep for a while,
Let darkness arrive in droplet laden clouds
For once let his suffering pass by!
His wait is not evanescent,
His eyes are old, cannot bear this anymore!
Howling kids are staring at him in hunger,
He has empty hands to show!
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