A Farmer In Snow Covered Field. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The middle aged man a good farmer
Almost he spends time in field
Dedicated farmer, harvests best
In the early hours he goes to field
Carrying a long stick in hand
Covering the head with a woolen cap
Bought from north by his only son
As a precious gift to his beloved father
The middle aged man a good farmer
Looks the rice grains nearing to harvest
The beautiful grains in golden color
The smiling face created by snow
Spread like blessings to a dear one
Nature makes friendly to paddy field
Care and concern gives in time
Otherwise it decides to disrupt climate
And make loss to the poor farmer
The middle aged man a good farmer
In every plant he sees his sweat
In every grain he sees the god
In every grain he sees the world
The prosperity that to achieve by work
The hard work where a farmer finds
Every human being likes the farmer
He gives the food for everyone to eat
Still his position is pitiful terms
The profit and loss ever shackles mind
The middle aged farmer smiles to the world
The positive mind helps him to survive.