a poem by Christuraj Alex

That farmer
Tending the crop
Like his very child
Giving manure
Protecting from insects
Spending sleepless nights
Saving them from the wild

And thus
When they are ripe
And ready to be reaped
There pour heavy rains
Destroying his hard labor of
Half a year time…
Though lost and pained
He does not lose heart
Consoles his heart

Puts his trust in the Providence
Gets into the field
Preparing for the produce of
The next crop…
It’s this perseverance
That deserves adoration!