To thatch the dingy hut before monsoon,
to buy a bicycle for his son soon,
the father's dear-bought dreams were foiled,
the fifteen year old stands in the field.
Staring at dried sugarcane stalks,
his eyes emit vengeful sparks,
fearing what the future might yield
the fifteen year old stands in the field.
No takers and the crop perished,
his father’s aspirations crushed,
and in the debt trap the life throttled.
The fifteen year old stands in the field.
Hanging from the old acacia tree,
his father at last set himself free,
'I'll blaze the crop', the boy yelled.
The fifteen year old stands in the field.
Economy grows, industries thrive,
everyone wants prices to nose dive;
farmers' ambitions die with no yield
the fifteen year old stands in the field.
Thousands of them committed suicide,
the heat of anger won't subside,
until the farmers' needs are fulfilled.
The fifteen year old stands in the field.