Oh no! there goes

another brother of ours,

back to the womb of the mother earth.

After all the sufferings bared

Sleeping peacefully without any jerk.

With lot of hopes,

Had he gone to the monster,

to save his land, save his family

to borrow some happiness.

Thought he Why?

That the monster was great as God?

Poor was familiar not,

With the vicious cycle,

Of life of a farmer.

Another thunder struck on him on him,

No much shower of water that annum,

How was he after all going to,

Pay back the borrowed happiness,

With interest of nothing

But helplessness?

Ah! There he lost a part

of his beloved land

to the monster whom he,

Thought was great as god.

But still the foolish

Did not realize it,

And again with hopes

Of happiness goes to another monster.

Again followed the awful cycle

Of the same story

At the end of which, he was left

With absolutely Nothing.

Thought he, “that I m responsible

for the sorrows of my family!

So, I do not deserve to breath anymore”

And on that black day,

On the edge of the river,

Chanting the almighty’s name for the last time,

Breathes his last, leaving his beloved ones,

In despair, tremor and great sorrow

But after all this,

He was peacefully sleeping,

In the womb of his mother earth.

                                                                              -Rasika Nimkar