10th September 2016.

Prompt-'The value of a landless farmer.' by my cousin.

Did you blink and read the prompt again? Well that was exactly my reaction. Well, I was amply warned by him and still I insisted, so I can't complaint. Here goes...

His hopes had the tinge of green and the smell of earth.

And his dreams bore the golden hues of a fruitful harvest.

The wet soil under his feet, always filled him with a sense of kinship

And the young saplings dancing in the wind, never failed to lift his spirits.

First rays of the morning sun  brought with them a sense of elation,

For in the fields he was the Creator, and not a mere creation.

He nurtured the seeds and urged them to grow

He would give them the gift of life and they would bear fruit.

His eyes always watched with unmasked wonder,

Nature and its ceaseless cycle of life and death.

Now he was like a painter with a palette full of colours

Hands aching to bring to life the unending vista of imagination

Yet left destitute, for his only  canvas was stolen from him.