Cotton suicides

We wear our palms on board
And lotuses smell fresh mud.
This monsoon is treacherous
On cotton in a cracked land.
Minds get cracked like land
And bodies disappear in fans.

( Successive droughts in Maharashtra have led to a spate of suicides by cotton farmers)

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