Rozda Fozda.

- Smileram-Sairam Dave

- By turning the bulldozer on the greenery provided by Hari, we are moving fast towards 'bloody development'

'Ja Gatno Taat' is not a government ilqab. There is a collective honor given to the farmers of every caste who cultivate the land.

An entire global lobby is conspiring to make our agriculture minister a 'non-agriculture minister'. Ray Kali Yuga! The paddy growers are begging Pardhan. Some people have become eager to deliver the farmer who loves the soil through 'Yamadoot'.

We are becoming 'CASH' and 'Agriculture LESS' in our India, which is known in the world for its culture of agriculture. Given the pace at which our farms are being sold and factories are crumbling, it seems that in the next two to three decades, this country will be considered an agriculture minister?

By turning the bulldozer on the greenery provided by Hari, we are moving fast towards 'bloody development'. Development is an Olympic event in which you have to get a gold medal by laying green corpses on millions of farms. But when you rush to your destination, the medal is lost.

At one time, when the farmer used to cultivate his own sweat and cool all our guts, the farmer's questions burned all our guts. In time, some farmers hired mercenaries to make them sweat, but the society also hired mercenaries to burn their intestines. Pheasants are the most dangerous for the farm. But now some farm owners have proved to be more dangerous than pheasants in the pursuit of wealth.

The farmer has come up with a solution to this problem, but what is the solution for the 'fozdas' who have come out to buy agricultural land at any price? The world is created to give to the whole world. But we all drowned him in 'debt'. We are all equal partners in the deadly conspiracy to make Tat think and somewhere Tat too ...! Somewhere we have made Annadata a beggar for crop insurance.

A farmer in my country who had no confidence in anyone but nature was now rushing to government offices for help. A farmer for a subsidy when frustrated on the stairs of an officer's office. Then it seems to me that the stairs and office made from the cement factory made by selling the farm are taking their revenge from the farmer.

Our farmers are capable of helping the government, were and always will be. As long as the farmer was busy and busy plowing the land for plowing, the land was also smiling. But it is a pity that for some time now some farmers have been eating ginger to overthrow the government. God gives wisdom to all. When a farmer overturns something, he must plant something in the field. Who will survive to reap poisonous crops?

Friend Hakabha Gadhvi always says in a sharp satire that all those who sell agricultural land and buy expensive vehicles should write the grace of seven-twelve (7-12) on the back of the vehicle.

The farmer's reliance on his own arm was transferred to companies that used chemical drugs. As a result, farms became barren and hospitals green. We put aside the concept of Shishi Krishi where we can cultivate with only one cow. As a result, our farming on 'Bhagiya Bhai' came to a standstill.

We lost Alasia, the only loyal friend of the farmer, to fill the void of wealth. Perhaps the pesticide or pesticide was sprayed a little too much, destroying the farmer's love of the land. The plow given by Lord Balram fell in the corner of the field and waited for the locusts to appear. The oxen are waiting for growth. The cart has become so new that it can write its own autobiography. From time immemorial, fellow farmers have been invited to the slaughterhouse. Spider webs are frozen in the teeth of the forehead. Orni is in depression without the farmer's touch. Dantarda is on a long vacation. The tractor is equipped with VRS. Has been declared. The farm is weeping at night because the file given by its owner to do NA (NA = non-agriculture) has reached the farmer's house.

The acacia-thor, the gulka, the chibhada, the vine and the plants, standing trembling in the fields, are comforting each other. It has reached millions of microorganisms inside the soil like a stick. 'Our farm is sold.' When the worms have brought the news that the news is certain, all the micro-organisms have called an emergency meeting of the organization and announced the decision.

Even if the farmer leaves the field! We will not leave the farm. Four generations of this farmer have saved our ancestors, raised them. Why should we betray the land and the owner? Martyrdom is allowed, not migration. '

Before the final deal of the farm is done, these microbes, carts, plow, scythe, teeth, orni, ox, toothpick all have to talk to the farmer for the last time. But alas, no one knows Gujarati! Here, the paper curtains of crores of notes have been placed in front of the ears of the farmers. He is not ready to hear anything ...!

A true farmer needs sympathy, not help. In my view, this country will be considered as the Minister of Agriculture when the office worth crores of rupees will be inaugurated by the hands of the farmers who have come from Lugade. Listen to all the people who have created a situation where the rest of the farmers have to commit suicide. Hell is also housefull for you. 'Jai Jawan Jai Kisan' is not the only thing that can be done by tearing this slogan. We have to revive these two if we are to live together! Choice is yours! The remaining third layer (?) Is coming! Sairam's Smile Ram.

Tweak:

Which can overthrow a hard earth,

The same person can also sow seeds,

You are the air, you can extinguish the fire,

You cannot light my lamp.

- Poet Khalil Dhantejavi