The Fields are black and ploughed.
The cattle flushed and fed.
With beads of perspiration on the brow
And a turban on his head,
Why he left, and where he went,
Is a secret until now;
His tractor was never seen, nor his paraphernalia traceable
No one knew what the fuss was
Why life for him had become so unbearable.
He left in the broad daylight
Into the numbing darkness.
What the hell was going on in his mind?
Was it monsoon or indebtedness?
But mind you the land was tilled and the crops sown,
Reeking of his hard work;
Hard work that went unseen, unheard lost and gone.
Farmers farm for the love of farming;
Our ignorance is not bliss;
Campaigns are set up for brightening houses,
No one ever campaigns to light up the inner houses.
We don’t flinch
From calling ourselves great cooks;
The Farmers wheedle the best from the earth
And the brooks.
Let us not forget who brings to our tables – wheat, honey and salt;
Let us cease dear lives from coming to a halt.
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Irtika Kazi is from Pune, India and works in Mercedes-Benz India. She is a poet and performs her poetry in open mic sessions and poetry slams. Writing short stories is also one of her passions. She can speak fluent German as well. Poetry is the most creative form of expression, according to her, because people use lesser words with deeper meanings in a poem. She considers it to be difficult, yet interesting and definitely challenging. Her poem ‘A Call from the Alpines,’ which was written in Shakespearean English, got published in YuGen literary magazine in July 2017. Some of her poems will be published in December 2017 in The Indian Literature Magazine of Sahitya Akademi, India. Someday, she wishes to be a widely published poet.