Rain destroyed all crops,
Where is now all cops,
Hails are coming down,
Plants are blow down,
Tomato plants destroyed,
Brinjal plans devastated,
The rain's powerful water,
The heartless destroyer,
Destroyed all the crops,
And hopes of the farmers,
Where ever you see white,
Balls of hails poor plight,
Of crops wounded laying,
In the side, and farmer praying,
Not to rain again not to rain,
No God seem ready to hear pain,
And nature's disdain unbearable,
And poor farmers are unable,
To save their crops from drops,
Where is all the warriors,
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Author:
Devender Kumar (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2025 01:54
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Comments2
A plea of help for farmers and questioning why god inflicts more pain, nicely written and expressed
Poem of the consequences of a natural disaster and its implications. Most sad.
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