Articles by: Smitha M

We, the farmers of this country…

We, the farmers of this country…

You shove us, you beat us, you bury us alive. Yet we, the farmers of this country are reborn like that one resolute corn plant. You cringe, you grin, you plead for our votes and notes. If WE made you win, WE can make you fall too! We’re the fields, we, the crops, then why are we the prisoners of[Read More…]

by December 4, 2020 Arts/Literature