Drought

DROUGHT

There is no use, whining and complaining.

You do not hear our meek, feeble voices.

While you dance and rejoice in cool cascades,

Burnt, barren - I lay on the blazing sand.

Last summer did I harrow through the dirt,

Digging deeper into my six feet pit,

Sowing kernels I will never watch bloom -

A meagre inheritance for my son

What use is it now to keep that scarecrow?

No yield remains for birds to snatch and steal.

I have stood with my arms outstretched, waiting

To be but denied by God's scavengers.

So let me stand before this pleasant noose -

A fertile ring against desolation.

- Maryam Kaleem

A late upload - dedicated to those farmers who have suffered due to the drought in recent years. Monsoon is here now, Alhamdulillah. I pray it rains enough. I pray our farmers live a happy, prosperous life. I pray they escape persecution. I pray they never have to take such drastic steps to have their voice heard.