A lone farmer
I wrote this during my train journey between Bangalore and Bombay.
The tracks of a tractor,
No traces of water,
This is a trace of a farmer,
Wonder who is his benefactor.
Unwanted grass,
Overgrown weeds,
Trees with no leaves,
A women collecting sticks.
Fallen electric poles,
A broken down tractor,
A cow which can barely walk,
Now comes traces of some life.
Few roofless huts,
Children waving at us,
The land through which tractor cuts,
A Farmer who Feeds us.
The tracks of a tractor,
No traces of water,
This is a trace of a farmer,
Wonder who is his benefactor.
Unwanted grass,
Overgrown weeds,
Trees with no leaves,
A women collecting sticks.
Fallen electric poles,
A broken down tractor,
A cow which can barely walk,
Now comes traces of some life.
Few roofless huts,
Children waving at us,
The land through which tractor cuts,
A Farmer who Feeds us.
posted by Gooze | 3:00 AM
1 Comments:
Yeah, I remember this train journey, it was just the 2 of us after visiting amma and dad in b'bay. Do u remember we also played our own 'Build a poem' game, and we had some hilarious poems...!
Post a Comment
<< Home