Oh, the bright rising sun!
Will your beaming rays,
Shed away the tears and pain,
Of the fellow farmers of our land?
Who are today, out on the streets,
Sweating and panting for their rights,
To sow the seeds back again on their field,
Wearing all their pride,
It’s been a while, they have left their crops,
Out in the sun to dry,
No matter the fields are green,
There is no one to nurture and trim,
For the fields are devoid of their lords,
Who are vehemently fighting for a cause,
The monsoon is also far,
To wipe away their angst afar,
Fascism is something now they revolt,
For they can see something being implanted,
Just as tall as a wall,
Since years every morsel of grain they cultivated in this soil,
Where they have been sowing and reaping the harvest despite the hard toils,
All they seek is some reforms,
That makes them feel safe and secure,
Where they can plough back without being lured,
A guarantee is what we all want and seek,
And so do the fellow farmers for their tonnes of paddy and wheat,
Bring on the spring that is near,
Give them more courage over the fear,
Throw the light if their paths are lost,
Just do not make their cries sound politicized,
For they may not know to untangle the knots,
No matter how hard the seasons at errands,
They have never stopped to grow the crops again and again,
Power to the sons of the soil,
The backbone of our agrarian economy,
Even at the days of turmoil,
Protect them from this manipulative world,
Where our voices are deliberately muted to be destroyed!