He struggles in a pickle,
He is a farmer,a son of soil,
He burns himself in sunlight.
He grows grain for the world ,
He is the saviour of mankind.
He works hard in every season,
So that people can survive.
He feeds the entire humanity,
Yet sleeps hungry everynight.
When he cries with tears of sorrow,
No one even hears his voice.
Whether he cries or he dies,
We just ignore and close our eyes.
He is a farmer,a son of soil,
Who is today committing suicide.
Now please don't politicize his death,
And stop him from ending his life.
O ! My people, O ! government,
Why can't you hear my voice.
Now I need your help and support,
Please stop me from ending my life.
O ! My people, O ! government,
Why can't you hear my voice.
Now I need your help and support,
Please stop me from ending my life.
-Mrinalini Sharma
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