Ode to farmers When I was a child, the story of the revival of Lazarus never really struck me but now when I look at our farmers I know why Jesus raised him He saw the peak of human potential in generations to come Sowing seeds in the farm, saving them from wild enemies, these godfathers ensure their little ones can be a source of sustenance for everyone. It's not easy to give up on your child like that. Especially when you don't know how his foster parents will be. Pandemic is jealous of the warmth these people show, thus disrupting the food supply chain, making our godfathers destroy their babies with bare hands. How more cruel can COVID-19 be? Snack time I thank the debris falling from my house of clay, for providing a three-course meal to my little ones amid pandemic! You can click on the file below to listen to Fizza reading her poem Snack time:
Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published at many platforms including Indiana Voice Journal and Poetry Pacific.
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