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My Eyes Glued to Sky: A Cry of a Farmer


This is An "Act of Leadership" logged by The Xylom's Founder and Editor Alex Ip as a Climate Reality Leader. He has been trained by former US Vice President and Nobel Laureate Al Gore in Atlanta, GA, March 2019.


When I was a toddler, I saw my farms ever-growing,

with green all around satiating the hunger of easy-going.

As I grew and turn to an adult, I find my crop lands barren;

with seeds sown but not emerging, ‘t seems worse than a warren.

The hues after the shower is vanished somewhere,

because there is no rain here…

The thirst of the unborn seed is not quenched,

and the farmer is working hard on his land and drenched.

His sweat is pouring drops onto the ground,

but not enough for the seed to turn around.

We the fellow farmers went to the farm district officer today,

asked them to help us and solve our problems away.

They told there is no water anywhere, how they can help???

Certainly, some gold can do something and sounded like a lion’s whelp!

who seemed not to break the chain;

along with his counterpart was someone who would detain.

We were helpless and turned back….

While coming back, I raised my eyes up to the sky and seeking some suggestion

“What happened wrong?” Well I need some direction!

Where are those holy showers that were bliss to my farm?

No less than a blessing as a baby in mother’s arm.

Days turn by and things went worsened,

I left with nothing but in me a whole new helpless person.

I turned around and I saw the nearby tree land is clear!!!

No more trees transpire, nowhere black clouds, O’ Dear!

I took other turn and saw the buildings nearby,

took every single drop of water from the lake side-by.

Pumping water recklessly from the deep aquifer to meet the requirement

without thinking to replenish the underwater and making a hostile environment.

With more vehicle on paved roads and carbon in air, I fear!

there is more heat up in the sky, so is the drought and it is clear;

besides the natural forces, it is I and my brothers who is making the planet vulnerable,

which was once so amiable and comfortable but now debatable!

I am helpless standing on my land barren with my eyes glued to sky!

with heart heavy and sigh!!!

wondering how cruel and selfish attitude has become the reason of man’s cry.

Climate is changing: It’s real and you can feel,

It is now or never time to heal.

We need to stand up and win over this havoc and make our planet worth living

before the mother nature turns back and become unforgiving…



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Sushant Mehan

From Punjab, India, Sushant graduated with B.S. and M.S degrees from Punjab Agricultural University in Soil and Water Engineering. He then completed his Ph.D. in Agricultural and Biological Engineering at Purdue University and is now a senior agricultural engineer and hydrologist for Formation Environmental LLC in Sacramento, Calif.. Sushant is passionate in hydrologic modeling and solving issues related to water crises of various scales, and uses high-level programming languages to understand and simulate current and future climate. Interestingly, Sushant can write and speak poetry on any topic at any instant in 3 different languages.

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