This, to the core, is a farmers plight, His son is soon to be a man. <br />Amid inflation, and all unrest, educate him? how he can. <br /> <br />two slices of bread, and pulses; seem out of reach, <br />even it seems costly enough, to simply try and breathe.. <br /> <br />Son is not worth having a job, asks for a Black stud bike, <br />Heart seems like it shall have an attack, facing such a hike. <br /> <br />Education has turned to diamonds, earnings turned to ash, <br />All assets burned down to earn, food worth of cash. <br /> <br />All that remains now, is the farmland grandpa gave, <br />Grave disease of Blood Pressure stuck, how to keep it safe. <br /> <br />World wept on my plight, so did I alone, <br />Bringing a son in this world, what wrong have I done.? ...<br /><br />Sujeet Kumar Vishwakarma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farmers-plight-on-inflation-and-education-english-version/
