An Empty riverbed is like a carnivore’s maw
Waiting to gulp the sky or the first bird to fall in its womb…
This is where all human forms of inequalities stand unmasked, water less, shamefully…
He sits alone,
At a gaping hole inside his stomach
It’s almost like his barren land, filled with dried up desires and cracked up dreams with no sign of crop or hope!
The sheer emptiness Mirrors the riverbed’s hunger
Echoes of his family wailing, carrying their cross of invalid existence oozes up to the brim of his humility,
He looses his sense of faith, of his religion, and his dignity
At the intersection of India’s neglected reality…
Many lives loose their worth…
Naked & Famished like a helpless wasp
He has no choice but to think
Of biting a piece of death…
And so he falls
Into the abyss with a certain finality and vengeance promising himself never to come back…
Neither as a crop or as a drop of hope!
This happens frequently Just about few hundred kilometers away, from an indifferent civilization mired in progress and probabilities of becoming a super power state!! Wearing t-shirts with a certain élan over the charade of “Being Human”!
Approximately 63000 farmers have committed suicide in the state of Maharashtra due to drought situation. Not only does the situation become worse in drought, it weakens due to excessive flooding during rains too! The one who suffers most is the poor landless farmer.
Wrote this after hearing Mr. P. Sainath at a recent writer’s conference.
@5th August 2016 Nirav Vaidya.