Glancing out of my window, what a priceless scene I was looking at

When Green turned Golden, I sat and pondered over that.

The dark clouds showered their gratitude,

The soil whispered “it’s your hard work for which am yielding in multitude”

Big smile illuminated the face,

Yet tears lined the eyes with grace,

Prayers went up towards the Heaven,

It’s time to rejoice my dear brethren!!

The season has yielded bounties full of Harvest,

“Has the time come to rest??”

 Asked a little child, scared, timid and mild,

With terrified eyes he said “but out there awaits a world full of wild”

Hushed his mother, gasped others, the shine of happiness

Got veiled under pain, misery and sadness!!

Old Grandpa averred in a wry tone,

“With weak bones, we die wailing silent moans.”

Our pain, our hard work has always remained invisible

This made our prodigal brothers invincible,

Not sweat but blood is all what we shed,

Yet, such is our fate that, eyes again go red!!

Refused, denied and barred to be rewarded

Duped and enslaved, we live with a minimum aid,

Lonely with the burden, and sans hope,

Adorn self with the loop of rope!!

In the darkness we grope,

And cling unto the hope-

Of finding the ochre rays

Illuminating our gaze.

The lambent luster will evade,

To tune our lives into a musical serenade.

The verdant valley of the harvested lanes,

The cornucopia filled with grains:

Forever it shall testimonize

Our indomitable spirit and sacrifice.