The farmer hardly knew,
greenery of grains are withering fast.
Monsoon is behaving in its whim.
Sun is becoming scorcher and scorcher.
Most of the birds are getting extinct.
Most of the trees are uprooted.
Because ultimately it is homo alone
who owns the planet,
reserves right to dwell.
The farmer was ignorant still he could guess,
so he took up his anti decision,
allowed the birds to feast upon his grains
spread in sun to dry up.
The farmer was vast and blue,
not the Poush midday sky-like
but like the rag he’d worn.
