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We are all well known about the fact that farming in India has been introduced from the era around Indus Valley Civilization & even from before.Agriculture capacitates 50% of the workforce in India & 17-18% growth in Country’s GDP.Agriculture demographically turns out to be the broadest economic support & as well as plays a pivotal role in socio-economic fabric of India. Being a agriculture dependent country, our farmers engage their entire life in farming.Rice, wheat, jute, sugarcane, oil seeds, soybeans, fish, vegetables ,flowers & everything we need to survive on are seeded year round in different parts of our country with a wide range of lands.Perhaps, we are standing strong in this field still the cracks & the holes in this large industry making it weaker day by day. The recent study shows that suicide rates of our farmers are increasing so fast which is a utter shame for us to the world.India’s very poor rural roads affecting timely supply of inputs & t

The dilemma between ‘Today’ & ‘Tomorrow’, doesn’t allow me to be a little wisy & grow; they come in a fused form like a series or a row, & always create travesties in my head, hollow. Indolent morning yawns & coffee in a shiftless evening, always make me drowsy & my zeal seems drowning. I lay down in fun &  float in the bubbles of ecstasy, where the hard work seems useless & lush as classy. I bite my nails for the time go faster than usual, & the sand in a hour glass drops my chances in refusal. I shuffle my head in utter confusion to choose a way, where my time has made me mourning in a empty bay. I procrastinate further to play a round of gambling, where my fate betrays me & leaves me whining. Drops of sob seem like raindrops mirroring my result, & in every drop, remorse & shyness reflect my fault. I never dared to fail & easily surrendered a long ago, but now easy defeats & failures hit my bitter ego. I rejected t

They were so charming,jolly & full of life, playing the tunes of unsung lullabies of love; the love for my soil, the love for my beauty, & the love for my viceless entity & flawless purity. Cuts & wounds were never a factor for them when i was shivering with my hands hitched & soul imprisoned; they protected me sacrificing their soul, they protected me imprisoning their life to death, the protected every inch of my body from marinating with dirts & thorns spread by foes, they dedicated their body in front of my foot grinningly, just to protect my skin & my decency wholly. My heart was torn apart every time witnessing their crimson blood,& scattered everywhere meaninglessly. My heart wretched every time watching them leaving their last breath & dedicating their corpse in the name of my vivacious liberty & radiant tri colour. My heart whined badly in this bittersweet melancholy of losing these innocent souls carelessly for my secur

Mild cool breeze, fleeting tunes, I sit here by riverside all day long. The water cripples every worries & reflects the way full of merries. Celestial ambience, lush green meadow, I spend my time in my utter grief. The water pushes its mild weave away, & reflects the scene in where solace flies. Series of amber trees,unrevealed beauty, I lie in peace by riverside with my solitude. The water weaves a layer of tranquility, & reflects the remedy to never feel guilty. Euphonious rumbling of leaves,silent nature, I lounge my drowsy body by riverside in fidelity. The water enunciates the words untold, & reflects the indications leading resilience. Tantalising warmth, soothing sunlight, I rest my body by riverside in seclusion. The water keeps me away from chaos, & reflects the imprints of delightfulness. Redolent petrichor of rains,bright vibgyor, I quench the thirst of my skin by riverside. The water showers euphoria isolating the aches, & refl

Again a new year has just arrived & we have accepted the storm of taking “ new resolutions”.This is trending on social media since past 2-3 years.But aren’t we limited in taking new promises & goals only in social medias? Aren’t we even indulged in only posting our “1-10” resolutions & then return back to our all the same monotonous life. Now-a-days facebook,instagram & twitter gets flushed with the posts & statuses of new things. Suppose, i am a sufferer of depression, have multiple wounds on my heart & then if i join this shepherd of “show-off resolution”,will my mind be able to find its solace to get healed again? Or will i start laughing my heart out just posting a list of new desires i want to achieve this year? I guess, the answer “No”. Rather meditation & my determination can bring me towards the right track of my life. Neither this fuss of so called resolutions in posting a ‘list’ can heal a player’s failure, a frustrated person, an unpayable mis

The curious eyes, Ask me where i begin. I indicate my initiation lies in the wind, Where the desires fly wearing their wings. I inhale the the air brings positivity, I exhale the fumes of negativity. The curious ears, Provoked me to spill out where i end. I painted a picture of my end lies on the infinite sky, Where the finishing point creates replica of itself. I lie in the eden of endless words, I set my voyage for the conclusion point of ongoing time. I am a writer, I write for the decades and ages, I yet set a new trend of writers' world. I breathe in the aroma of verse-bubbles, I never get choked with the harsh stings of words. I portray the darkness in a piece of paper, I explain the flashes of lightning in a word. I wither with the passing days like a pale leaf, I yet revive with the raindrops in scorching heat of summer. I survive sipping the juices of poetries, I will die burning in the flames of letters. I procrastinate leaving the woods of books,