A Farmer. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

A simple man,
neither am I God
nor am I a Satan.
My job is to produce
foods for everyone
in the creation.

My blood and sweat
are used for cultivation.
The products are enjoyed
by the rich and the poor,
regardless of caste, geography
and religion.

Much physical exertion brings
good harvest provided
rain, weather and the pests
go in my favour.
Ups and downs in my
life are difficult to predict
despite my sincere labour.

Although materially poor,
my heart is rich
for I supply bread and butter.
My produce is sine qua non
to put life in gear.