COURAGE: THE FARMERS' PROTEST
The deceiving definition they conveyed,
That the courage lies in the inch fifty-six.
Taking cover of the same,
All they did were just inhumane tricks.
Lemme not harm any senses.
Lemme just wrote my tears out.
Where there greenery used to rule,
The fields of happiness are facing the drought.
Ask me what the courage is,
From the chills of January,
To the thunderous rain showers,
From the shells of tear gas,
To that hot water blowers.
With the same audacity,
They faced everything on the chest,
Which may not measure the inch fifty-six,
But a belief that tricks inhumane they can fix.
Freedom was not the option given,
After doing so much,
They don't want us to be self-driven.
Snatching what we deserve,
Is a ritual from decades.
But now the matter is of land,
And the pride which never go off-shade.
Still fighting for the freedom,
In the world's largest democracy.
You laughing on us,
The next in the queue.
After all, it's your choice,
Be silent and dead,
Or raise your Voice.
By: Rohan Makloha
POET'S CORNER
The ongoing Farmers Protest has completed 6 months and still standing strong like never before. From the inhumane allegations of this fascist Indian Government to facing the extreme weather conditions of the Delhi... they are sitting there for their livelihood and will not get up before the expected action by this government. After failing from demonetization to handling corona crisis, the system gone weak to weaker inspite of the availability of all the resources. Preferring their relations and letting their own countrymen to die, the system has done every possible inhumane thing to bring itself down and stating in the clear words that they don't deserve that crown.
