My first ghazal on life in the world without farmers.

If land is considered as mother, undoubtedly farmer is the grandmother. Without grandmother, there's no mother. As farmer fed the land, land fed us. If farmer fails to feed the land, land will not give any food for our survival.

So when all the farmers in the world decide to die, you can survive only till the food already produced remains. Once that's consumed, where are you going to find your next meal? No one will give you food even if you have house full of money.

Probably then all vegetarians will turn into non-vegetarians; all animal lovers will turn into animal killers. But what are you going to do after the extinction of the entire fauna? Are you going to starve to death? Or are you going to eat the flesh of your kith and kins? To avoid becoming cannibal, bringing back the farming is the only solution in such a situation.

I wish people don't wait for such a miserable event to happen to realize the worth of farmers. Please don't let our feeders die for want of food. Don't let them suffer. Let's save them. Please 🙏

And stop saying that farmers commit suicide. When someone is deprived of everything and forced to die with no hope for survival, it's called murder and not suicide. So who are the murderers? I need not tell you. Everyone knows it as it's an open secret.

I wish savefarmers become a talk and turn into an action, instead of just being a tag.

The term Farmer stands for 

F = Failed 

A = Actually 

R = Remuneration 

M = Money 

E = Empowerment 

R = Respectively

He failed to get actual remuneration money according to his empowerment respectively.

However, in my opinion, they are actually worth a better life than now, in any way I think the new beneficial concerns should be imposed immediately by the government, without further no longer delay.

I knowingly pushed you into that deep cleft on the earth. Money chuckles, when I believe it can calm stomach. Fr the day you left, there is no food left on the earth.

I search for food in every nook and corner, but it is vain. I find only the dead bodies there are left on the earth. 

In the war between the heart and tummy, the tummy wins. I start eating the crops, go on its quest on the earth. 

For my next meal, I steal and pile the bodies of the Kiths. My heart rues as its my first ruthless thefts on the earth. 

Note: Farmers are the back Bone of our country. Bring awareness on Farmer's from childhood itself.