Barren Lands

Dear Diary,

There has been a good side with the lockdown,

There has been a reduction in traffic, global warming,

And slaughtering of animals apart from the issues, we are facing.

Today I want to write a poem on the lands, how a low yield of land becomes painful.

The young barren land with small figs made people happy.

The owner got registered with a certificate.

With time and passion, the arid land got fostered with people nurturing with manure.

The land showed signs of yields, though its future depended on the content below its surface.

Every day the farmers toil to give a market value for the land.

The land yielded, the knowledge within, got blessed by good wishers who nourished it from above,

and it grew in no time with twigs of various colors depicting its indigenous

With a change in climate lack of dissipation and drought, the twigs fell apart with erosion.

Some insects gazed and supported the erosion apart from harmful chemicals in sachets and bottles.

Major hindrance happened in the Indian market place,

Where barren lands lost partnerships and fell in debt.

Many owners decided not to put on a protection cover,

As they felt they were the reasons for erosion.

The intelligent ones made it as trending fashion and focused on strengthening, by presenting it with the right style.

Look for a sustainable partnership. Barren land doesn’t define you.

It’s better to lose crops than getting buried in the barren land itself.

No matter how tough the situation is, hang on time will change.

Be it for a farmer, or for baldness.

The barren land will be of use when the right principle like Miyawaki gets applied to the land.

When it comes to people, wear a helmet, appearance doesn’t matter, but life does!

The person in love will love you, no matter you lose the crops.

As soul matters for the loved ones, not the appearance or your flaws.

Be it a human, or agricultural land.