ರೈತ - ಅನ್ನದಾತ

[ ಇದು ನನ್ನ ೨ನೇ  ಕನ್ನಡದ ಕವಿತೆ.ರೈತ ದೇಶದ ಬೆನ್ನೆಲುಬು ಎಂಬುದನ್ನು ಇದರಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾರಲು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸಿದ್ದೇನೆ.ಇಂದಿನ ಸಮಾಜ  ರೈತನ ಕೊಡುಗೆ ಮತ್ತು ಪ್ರಾಮುಖ್ಯತೆಯನ್ನು 
ಕಡೆಗಣಿ ಸುತ್ತಿರುವುದು ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಶೋಚನೀಯ.

ಪೂಜ್ಯ ಲಾಲ್ ಬಹದ್ದೂರ್ ಶಾಸ್ತ್ರಿಗಳು ನುಡಿದಂತೆ "ಜೈ ಜವಾನ್ , ಜೈ ಕಿಸಾನ್ " - ಬರಿ ಶಬ್ಧಗಳಾಗಿ ಉಳಿದಿವೆ ಅಷ್ಟೆ.ಈಚೆಗಿನ ದಿನಗಳ್ಳಲ್ಲಿ ರೈತರ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆ ಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳುವವರೇ ಇಲ್ಲದಂತಾಗಿದೆ.ನಾವೆಲ್ಲರೂ ರೈತರ ನಿಸ್ವಾರ್ಥ ಸೇವೆ,ದುಡಿಮೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಅವಲಂಬಿತರಾಗಿದ್ದೇವೆ ಎಂಬುದನ್ನು ಮರೆಯದೆ ಅವನನ್ನು ಬೆಂಬಲಿಸಿ ಸಹಕರಿಸೋಣ ಎನ್ನುವುದೇ ನನ್ನ ಕೋರಿಕೆ.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agriculture_in_India     ಸೌಜನ್ಯ:ವಿಕಿಪೀಡಿಯ

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farmers'_suicides_in_India    ಸೌಜನ್ಯ:ವಿಕಿಪೀಡಿಯ ]

ರೈತ - ಅನ್ನದಾತ 

ನಿದ್ದೆಯಿನ್ದೆದ್ದ  ಕೋಳಿ ಕೂಗಲು,

ಆಗಸದಲಿ ರವಿ ಮೂಡಿದನು.

ಅಷ್ಟರಲ್ಲೆ ನಮ್ಮ ರೈತ ಹೆಗಲ ಮೇಲೆ ನೇಗಿಲ್ಹೊತ್ತು 

ದನಗಳೊಡನೆ ಹೊಲದೆಡೆಗೆ  ನಡೆದನು. 

ಅವನ ಮೊಗದೊಳಿದ್ದ ಉತ್ತ್ಸಾಹ , ನಿಷ್ಠೆಯನ್

ಕಂಡು ಆದಿತ್ಯ ಚಕಿತನಾದನು.

ಇವನ ಛಲವ ನೋಡಿಬಿಡುವ ಎಂದು 

ತನ್ನ ಕಿರಣ ಪ್ರಖರಗೊಲಿಸಿದನು.

ಇದ ಲೆಕ್ಕಿಸದ ರೈತ ಎಂದಿನಂತೆ 

ಹೊಲವ ಊಳುತಿದ್ದನು.

ಬಿಸಿಲಿನ ತಾಪವ ತಡೆಯದ ದೇಹದಿ 

ಒಂದು ಹನಿ ಶ್ರಮದ ಗಂಗೆ ಇಳೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಬಿದ್ದಳು.

ಅದನ್ ಕಂಡ ಭೂಮಿತಾಯಿ 

ಇಂಥ ಮಗನ ಪಡೆದ ತಾನೇ ಧನ್ಯೆ ಎಂದಳು.

ಹೀಗೆ ನೀನು ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಅನ್ನ ಕೊಡು ಮಗುವೆ 

ಎಂದು ತುಂಬು ಹೃದಯದಿ ಹರೆದಳು.

 

ಭೂದೇವಿಯ ನಂಬಿ ರೈತ
 ಹೊಲದಿ ಬೀಜ ಬಿತ್ತನು.

ಅವನ ನಂಬುಗೆಯನ್ ಹುಸಿಯನಾಗಿಸದ ಭೂತಾಯಿ 

ಬಂಗಾರವನ್ನೇ ಕೊಟ್ಟಳು.

ಚಿನ್ನದ ಬೆಳೆಯ ಪಡೆದ  ರೈತ 

ಮನದಿ ತಾಯಿಗೆ ನಮಿದನು.

ಹೀಗೆ ಎಂದೆಂದೂ ತನ್ನ ಕಾಯಕವ 

ಮರೆಯದ ರೈತ - ಅನ್ನದಾತನಾದನು.



The Return to Innocence

The Return to Innocence

[The poem is an attempt to relive the moments we all cherish when being a child and the magic it can have on us to make forget all our worries even though for a moment. Dedicated to all the wonderful children of this world]

 

Closing the work in the evening, a face with frown,

I Climbed down the stairs, with my shoulders down.

Eager to reach home, to get some rest

after a ten-hour drill, where i did give my best.

 

Looking back, critiqued my day,

Just to be sure was there any foul play.

Lie, anger, deceit, envy and ego,

were what i found which made me a bad No-go!

 

With Stress on the mind,

Still afresh from a weary day.

Was making me despair,

to look for a place serene, which i had to find.

 

Walking alone on the Beach,

Now turned golden by the evening Sun,

Was lost in thoughts which travelled far back in Time,

To a place where i cannot Run.

 

One little kid, caught my eye, off the shore

Playing in sand, on his own with great vigour.

He was all alone, but had no sign of fear,

The lovely little smile he wore, was so dear!

 

Just the sight of him gave me joy,

Forgot all my blues, thanks to the Miracle boy!

Filled with renewed glee and purity,

Was growing in me, a new unfeigned Sanctity.

 

He was playing in a world of his own,

In pure bliss, that can be matched by none!

Rain came in splendour, all of a sudden.

Which couldn't dampen his spirit, the little one's play has just begun.

 

Never for past, nor for future did he care,

Living in the moment was all he aware.

No malice, covet, or spite;

I could see he was full of Contentment and Delight.

 

True Wonder from God who made him so Pure,

Our childhood is something which is all Allure.

What new joy and heaven Were now in my soul,

 that Transpired my heart which now felt Whole.

 

I just had a sight of pureness

Which was beyond all bound and price.

The return to Innocence had eased my pain

And Prayed to the almighty I must become a child again!

                                                                     

                                                                                       Santhosh Kumar S

 

Isn't it a wonder?

[Dedicated to MOTHER EARTH,the source of all that exists on this Planet and to its amazing children.Being the only known planet yet, to have and support the ever vibrant LIFE, somehow is being neglected by the human race for their own ever growing insatiable greed.
The Poem is an attempt to perceive the beauty , diversity, fascination,
innocence and altruistic nature of MOTHER EARTH.To say in short the wonderful life itself.Its in little and natural things that we can find the most genuine sense of happiness and wonder.]

Isn't it a wonder?

This beautiful world is woken up by
The rising orange sun!
With the help of the little hen!!
Isn't it a wonder?

The morning dew on the blades,
Of the grass sparkling like a pearl.
Birds rising to the skies in amazing groups,
To fetch the food for their little ones.
Isn't it a wonder?

The great arrival of the spring,
Filling a new spirit in every living thing.
The ever wonderful flowers in their full bloom,
Hypnotising the bumble-bees to suck the elixir for their perfect bee-hives.
Isn't it a wonder?

The ever great monsoon rain, as it falls on the earth,
Cleansing everyone here.
With the most pleasant fragrance of the sacred soil.
Isn't it a wonder?

As the evening drizzle starts from the sky
And the sun goes to the sleep,
Mother Nature tries to pull the arrow of LOVE and PEACE,
With the ever vibrant Rainbow.
Isn't it a wonder?

As the night falls on the Earth,
The world eagerly awaits,
The arrival of the Lord of the Night- The MOON.
Isn't it a wonder?

And the Lord's soldiers- countless in number,
Appear in their 'land'-infinite in extent
Making the little kids sing their ever favorite-
"Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are?
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the Sky!"
Isn't it a wonder?

As the little child refuses to eat food,
The Great Mother feeds it by showing
The beloved one of all the kids-'Chandamama'!!
Isn't it a wonder?

With all these wonders with us,
And still a lot more to be realised,
Just think, is there anything in this world which is not a wonder?
Of Course! Everything in this world is a wonder!!!

A tiny seed growing to a huge tree,
Providing shade and fruits to everyone.
The melodious song of the birds,
Which fills our mind with a new spirit of life.
The innocent smile of the little kid,
Which equals that in the glowing eyes of the calf.
The unspoken words of the majestic Lion
While it fondles the cute little cub.
The wonders are infinite,
It is we who fail to perceive them.

Dance of DEATH

[ According to an article in "Geographical" magazine (April 2008), the Indian Ocean tsunami of December 26, 2004 was one of the most deadliest natural disasters ever in history of mankind. The 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake was an undersea earthquake that occurred at 00:58:53 GMT on December 26, 2004, with an epicentre off the west coast of Sumatra, Indonesia. The earthquake was caused by subduction and triggered a series of devastating tsunamis along the coasts of most landmasses bordering the Indian Ocean, killing nearly 300,000 people with many bodies either being lost to the sea (or unidentified ) in eleven countries, and inundating coastal communities with waves up to 30 meters (100 feet) high.Indonesia, Sri Lanka, India, and Thailand were hardest hit.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_natural_disasters_by_death_toll

With a magnitude of between 9.1 and 9.3, it is the second largest earthquake ever recorded on a seismograph. This earthquake had the longest duration of faulting ever observed, between 8.3 and 10 minutes. It caused the entire planet to vibrate as much as 1 cm (0.5 inches) and triggered other earthquakes as far away as Alaska.
The plight of the many affected people and countries prompted a widespread humanitarian response. In all, the worldwide community donated more than $7 billion (2004 U.S. dollars) in humanitarian aid.
Source: WWW.Wikipedia.org

The poem is an attempt to relive the agony the hundreds of thousands of people went through before succumbing to nature’s fury.

This poem is dedicated to the victims of TSUNAMI ]

The much-awaited Christmas had arrived,
And the world was overflowing in the great river of joy.
Unaware of the coming tomorrow.
Which would be the blackest day in the history of Mankind.

The jubilant kids with innocent desires,
Prayed to their dear Santa to visit them.
Their impeccable hearts were the most admirable.
Which pulled Santa to their dreamland of all the riches.

The fathers became Santas,
Making the kids go crazy!!
And every soul on that glorious night had a dream of Utopia.
Unaware that the future of the world is hazy.

Now came the turn of someone abstract, yet too real.
Someone who every living thing dreads.
And every inanimate thing enjoys.
The five-lettered king of the dark side of Life-DEATH!!!

The world knows that he needs no ‘invitations’.
And this time he didn’t need it either.
As he never cares to bother,
And the ways of whom materializing here was beyond everyone’s imaginations.

And he was ‘hungry’.
It was a long time since he had a feast.
He badly needed one- to survive.
And he had chosen his day of ‘celebration’.

The early morning-post Christmas day,
Which left everyone with no other way
But to be the hapless prey to the inevitable trap
Of the ruthless ruler of the abiotic kingdom.

The shock was too big to realize.
The entire towns being washed out in the gigantic waves.
The houses destroyed, the families shattered.
The destiny’s play was too complex to analyse.

Thousands dead; others who remained, more dead than alive.
With their loved ones taken away
By the super human sea to ‘feed’ the ‘DEATH ;
To keep him alive.

A family of four- parents and two kids had gone to the beach,
To celebrate their Xmas holidays.
The little boy was quite far from the reach
Of the silent shore where his little sis, mom and dad were playing.

The tiny wave from the heart of the sea
Was growing in size with no one to see.
His Mom, dad and sis were still reveling the moment of joy
And the little boy too was lost in his own world.

The once ‘little’ wave was now as high as a big tower.
Just behind the great family, where it was standing.
The kid was now screaming at his peak motionless.
They were horror-stricken as they realized their inescapable situation.
Within seconds, after a thunderous explosion, the monster wave had gone, taking along with it the great family.

This was just one family among the 280,000 dead,
When the deadly TSUNAMI devastated the world.
World mourned the tragedy
Which was the biggest in human history.

If GOD is ‘still’ there - the eternal omniscient,
Why didn’t he save his creations?
Why didn’t he become invisible to everyone?
Perhaps he was watching the “dance of DEATH”….