Crimson Cotton

vikas chandra

Unrequited love, of the soil, whose tales
Toiled by the tiller, till, alas, forgotten
On blistered land, how shall it bear bales?
With gory spits, of travails, tainted, crimson cotton

Why he bartered his soul, for a million Rupees?
Loan shark’s last laugh, why had he begotten?
Why regimes failed him, climates did, when fleece?
Farmer’s haunting disease, this crimson cotton

Why he nurtures, soul of mankind?
When his spirit beset, destiny undone
By a nation’s conscience, gone blind
A living maligned, by crimson cotton

Demeaned? Yes! Cultivator’s clan
Measly means, sum a yarn, unspun
Unschooled lingers, posterity’s plan
To an endless span, reap crimson cotton

To end it all, avows soil, its utmost toll
Son of soil, at last, lost, a battle never won
Hanging numb, alas, dumb, to beg for dole
For his kin, but just begun, tryst with crimson cotton

Wouldn’t it bloom, this spell? O’ Lord!

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