Politicians have become the landlords
With we residing inside the farm,
Farmers toil hard to keep it green
Soldiers martyr to keep us safe;
Retaliation is done in talks
With number of deaths rising high,
Hands using sickle are getting less
Hands protecting us are getting cut.
This poem is written in context to the recent attacks by terrorist on Indian Military base camp and to the farmers who suicides. If you can't give strength to their hands how can you expect that the country will progress with harmony. Shocking scenario is prevailing right now.
# The attached photo is not author's work
