Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares,

At open skies,

Hopelessly searching,

For fluffy thick clouds.

To his dismay,

The sky is blue,

The sun is out,

Shining shamelessly brightly.

His crops wither,

The rich soil surface cracks,

His dream crumble,

But he hasn’t lost hope.

He stares again,

At the open sky,

For one last time,

He prays silently.

A small drop of water,

Falls on his rough skin,

Waking him up,

From his sorrow filled dream.

He cries in delight,

As he watches,

Drizzle turn into rain,

Giving life to his dreams.

Caged

 

Caged by his own insecurities,

He sits in own miseries,

Some created by him,

And some by his surroundings.

He stares at the sight outside ,

Happy and joyous ,

The birds fly,

Singing the songs of merriment.

He is envious, 

And sorrowed at his own plight,

Burdened by his sufferings,

He plans to escape out into the blue sky.

The door of cage,

Is unlocked and wide open,

He takes one step out,

Slow and steady.

Fear grips him suddenly,

Pushing him back to his misery,

He returns back 

Sad and unhappy,

He watches,

The happy flock of birds enjoy,

Their freedom.

Party leader and his dogs

With head up high,

And one leg resting on head of his loyal servant,

He sits with pride,

On the throne gifted by his forefathers,

Who had obtained it through heinous means.

His ability is in question,

His intelligence is zero,

He knows nothing,

Except singing songs,

Taught by his father.

Other congressmen loathe him,

Public despise him,

While his dogs lick him,

With false praises and glorification,

Of his ordinary deeds.

His sins are painted,

As pious and reverent,

With hope to win votes,

And bribe the tears,

Of minorities and needy.

With head up high,

He smiles,

And his dogs guards his throne,

By barking at the deserved ones,

And fighting off the opponents.