Nature
I am a smallholder farmer. I am the son of this land. This soil is my mother. After years of toiling in the fields, I grow grain. I am your humble servant. Today I am going to share my thoughts with you. "Our country is agrarian. The law of 'how can we own our land.' Extortion of farmers by moneylenders was stopped and help was offered to farmers through banks. There was a lot of buzz about all these things. But has anyone ever made sure that all these schemes have really reached the common farmers? In it, the capriciousness of nature, sometimes rainfall and sometimes excessive rainfall. "Recently, a new class of wealthy farmers, i.e. wealthy farmers, has emerged from the villages. All benefits are being absorbed by this class. These same people fight under different guises to get government facilities, gain respect and do injustice to poor farmers. So rich farmers are getting richer; But the poor farmer is living a poorer life.
The produce grown by a poor farmer sometimes does not fetch a fair price. Then he borrows to meet his needs and becomes a debtor. Then how to repay the loan? Installments are required. When a farmer suffers from a drought (dushkal grast), the crisis on him becomes greater. Finally, some take the path of suicide, become victims of debt. "Don't even ask the plight of the laborer who has no farm of his own. He is not even paid a living wage. He is exploited like an outcast. Have you ever thought about how these farm laborers live during the rainy season? The countrymen have no idea that the poor farmer, on whose labor the whole nation lives, is starving. There won't be. Government as well as urban citizens need to pay attention to these common farmers and farm workers. We are poor who are true sons of Bhoomiputra. Let us also live with dignity as citizens of independent India. Our only demand is that we common farmers should enjoy a life worthy of the slogan 'Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan'.
Some of your brothers risked their lives to receive me. Remember their sacrifice! Remembering them as 'martyrs' for one day in a year does not end your duty towards them. The unfortunate wife of one of my friends who gave her life to get me is today washing four household dishes and somehow feeding herself and her four children. Why do you know this? Mahatmaji worked hard all his life, for what? Why did the freedom fighters wear out by uprooting our world? Sacrificing all his glory, Panditji endured the hard life of imprisonment, for what? Just for me? As it was a holiday, some of us friends went to a friend's village. We felt very comfortable in that quiet village away from the city. There was a great joy in walking far and wide in the open environment. In one such wandering, a shrine was found in a dense forest. Entered the temple out of curiosity and was heartbroken. Because that temple was broken. Not only the temple had collapsed, but the idol inside was also broken. It was easy to see that it must have been the work of some idolater. All my friends were sad. Whose act should this be? Everyone thought. Then a serious voice called out.
"Listen, youths, I answer your question. Who am I? I am the image of 'Ram', the god you believe in. Many years ago, a devotee installed me here. With great devotion, he brought me here from Rajasthan. Bringing artisans from afar, this beautiful A temple was erected. A dense forest was planted around it. The people of the village worshiped me with devotion. I was in glory when all the congregation was chanting Gunya Govinda. Religion, caste, creed did not come in the way. All people are equal to God, so everyone's God is the same. What a great feeling. "Some outsiders started coming to the village. Many new ideas came to the village with them, The crunches started. A fight started, she Grown and sold. My religion belongs to others Everyone felt superior to religion.
