The Calling Field

The Calling Field

To hide the pain of hunger,
Words won’t help — we need food.
Waiting for a new day to rise,
The breeze flows with silent questions.

A child’s eyes silently ask,
“When will the crops finally come?”
Even a small seed must be sown,
For the home isn't just for ourselves.

Fields may look beautiful from far,
But nothing grows without care.
If all walk equally on this land,
A new chapter can bloom for tomorrow.

GR kaviyoor 
07 07 2025

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