I am a cotton plant. He planted me, nourished me, took good care of me. Then one day, the Government people came, the money lender came- and plucked me, tore me, raped me and my seeds all apart....the farmer shouted, screamed, but these peeople- simple put a little bit in their ears...they turned deaf..while the farmer lost his voice- asking for help.....nobody helped him, nobody helped his family. Here i lie, now, dying in the scorching sun...dry unirrigated fields, while the aid that came in millions and billions- has been pocketed by babu's ad the middlemen...and....now, watever little is left on my dying flower- atleast will serve one purpose: It will help fill up my farmers nostrils....he has just committed suicide an hour back....and his widow is still running around for help...she will have to pay bribes even to get his death certificate...and u thought the vulture population is getting extinct?? Come to my area- vidharbha....and you will

know- Vultures are the only ones surviving.