In our country’s politics, kadhi is like a curry leaf, which is first introduced while cooking. But while eating, he is first thrown out and thrown out. The leaders of our country have often used farmers according to their convenience and need. When there is a need, our country becomes an agricultural country, but as soon as the need is met, the farmers are put to sleep. And whenever this happens, farmers leave their fields in the barn and move to the cities. The farmers standing at the doors of Delhi are doing the same.
Who are these people Where do you come from Why do they put sacking on our shining country. Somebody was saying these are farmers. This is our pride. But who said can not remember. I remembered that I had read about them in the election manifesto. He saw the picture right there. Today, after many days, the names of his name are heard again. Why not listen? Those who have left the farm barn and reached the doors of Delhi. The police administration government is all nervous. They may not enter Delhi by crossing the door. And for the last week, everyone is living in this same panic.
The farmer’s son commits suicide. The farmer commits suicide under the burden of debt. In case of crop failure, the farmer’s wife leaves the world. The tired farmer, who gets the daughter’s treatment done, swings on the noose. If poverty is resolved at the age of marriage, then the daughter of the farmer leaves the world instead of leaving the maternal uncle. If you do not get the right price for the crop, then the house stove is cold for two days. If the market middlemen die rightfully, their own morsel is removed from the mouth. Wheat grows on its own. But eats bread of grass. Cow-buffalo rears, but milk does not come in the part of one’s own children. The vegetable is grown, but the bread survives with salt and oil.