Flowers in brown (Struggle of a farmer living in pain)

Fleetingly I look that way

shocked! I hold my breath for a second, what could I say ?

Speechless was I struck. my beat sliped just a few times. oh my!!!

Was it only brown always! With no slightest sign of a seed on this lonesome land…

Now the roaring hot wind blew so hard creating a sandy whirlpool.

The scorching sun burning furiously, as though to set the cracked land on fire.

Alas! Can’t find a tiny leaf, not even a dried tree,

seems like it all existed sometime back, and vanished one hopeless day.

No sign of a tarn with some water, to damp a piece of land.

Just a cluster of starving flesh and bones, with endless hope in dried eyes.

What those helpless eyes told me speechlessly, to you I have to cry.

They creep to reach a pond that is almost desiccated.

What say about their sagacity, that they still believed,

Their cracked pots would sometime be filled full.

Someday they would see the withered flowers blossom again.

Like after  the dusk, come s the dawn

If this day is death, a good day will be born