To the one who feeds us,
They say, food is a blessing, it's a basic need, a survival. I'm sure it is.
But who are you then? A blessing who gives us blessings through food? Sounds weird but the truth lies within.
I know, you've been under a lot of agony and despair lately, and alas! People barely care. But listen up, I do care for I understand what it is that leads you to end your existence.
I'm sure, it's never easy sacrificing, and you do it every time, for us. Irony isn't it? The one who gives us food, starves to death.
I'm sure you love your family, like we all do, and coming back home with barely any grain in hand and not being able to feed your little children and your somehow surviving wife when you're feeding the nation working hard the whole day must've pierced in you an arrow of guilt, right into your soul.
I'm sure, when the weather betrays you all of a sudden, leaving you in anguish and disappointment and taking away reasons after reasons to live for longer, it must've killed you and your hopes already.
I know, it's hard for you to see your family starving when you feed the richest of the richest
I know it's difficult to cope up with the government and the weather that is never on your side.
But I know, without you,
Selflessness would soon eradicate for you're the most selfless being,
And, unable to find food, we would not survive a day.
Eating scrumptious meals everyday knowing miles away, there's someone who's giving his everything to get me my food everyday makes me feel worse you know? For you are the one who deserves the world, not an end of it.
I'm glad you've survived this far, your brothers tried too, but the sorrow and the guilt were too much to turn a blind eye to.
Someone who cares.
Written by Paromita Sarkar (@_paromitasarkar_)