Give me a handful of seeds
I'll plant them to raise some food crops
Give me a pot full of water
I shall transplant the nursery into farmland.
Give me a bagful of fertilizers
I shall manure the crops, to make the them strong enough to yield better results
Give me a few hours of continuous power
so that I can irrigate my farm, when needed, in dire straits
Give me some tins of pesticides
I can spray them to save my crops from pests and rodents.
Give me some time to hear you and solve your problems
Five years streamed, into columns of passage of time.
Poor farmer, still awaits, for a favourable reply from the deaf and blind rulers.