THE FARMER AND THE CHIEF MINISTER

He was a Farmer hugely burdened by debts of lakhs of rupees, crop failures had broken the financial backbone of the family. Being the sole earning member of the family, he always felt humiliated for  being not able to fulfil even the basic needs of his dear ones. He cried at times, he wept at times but no one saw his tears. There was no one to help him, for his friends were like him, poor farmers, some of whom had commited suicides. He had 4 bhigaas of land, he sowed wheat with lots of hope. After a few months, the harvest was ready and when the grown wheat bloomed in the air, his mind was filled with joy as now all his problems would end. Happiness was about to knock his doors and his soul danced with joy.  After some days, he will gather his hard work and sell it to buy relief from all his problems.

But just two days before harvest, the unexpected happened, the sky opened itself and poured out heavy rains.  The rains were accompanied by hail and as they fell on his field, They crushed his hopes as the unexpected rains destroyed his crops .  He was devastated, how just some hours ago, he had pinned all his hopes on this harvest and how nothing was left for him. For before him was lying his 4 bhigaas of land in which he saw his hard work being brutally destroyed by cruel nature. His hard work went in vain, his hope turned into despair and his dreams into nightmares.

He took a bus and went to the capital to narrate this tragedy to the chief minister of the state, for in him were pinned all his hopes. The chief minister was a good man, for he had heard, that he was generous with farmers and was always eager to hear their troubles. The chief minister was in the capital to address a rally of farmers, for there were several farmers like him who too had lost their crops due to rain and hail. The chief minister was late by few hours,but he waited for his savior tolerating the pangs of hunger and thirst,  he saw a lot of hues and cries around him. His fellow men were lamenting, beating their chest in sorrow. His head was spinning as he saw all this, his mind had become weak so was his body, troubles had bend his back and weakened his bones.

His mind started thinking, what if the chief minister doesn’t come, what if doesn’t hears me, what if he asks his guards to throw me away, how will I show my face to my family, all this thoughts attacked his mind until he fell down unconscious. There itself his soul left him and he was declared dead. Panic went through the nerves of all government officials as they took his dead body away and buried the matter. The chief minister came,addressed the rally and went away, he didn’t even knew, a poor soul had died waiting for him.

Life was so cruel with this man and I always thought, sufferings always existed for me and I am the most troubled soul in this whole world. God bless his soul and may be the troubles of our farmers cease to exist…..i hope…..