Gurtej Singh Bhamra​, Grade 11
UWCEA Moshi​

The sun blanketing the vast farmland
The breeze like a morning splash of cold water
Cycling behind Nana ji
On the antique, cracked roads
The sound of kirtan soothing to the mind 

An uninvited guest 
But a familiar face

Uprooting at the wheat 
Ripping the seeds from the ground 
The laws preventing future generations 
From this fluttering experience 

The squeak from the rope clenching to hear 
Their children’s eyes covered with colourful chunnis
To hide them from the darkness the world adheres

To protest, we must
Through melting heat and nail biting cold
Food was always given
And protection always served
We’ve always shielded you
It's time you shield us