Just twice!
So he set out to earth to see
The Lord's favourite in person.
He found nothing unusual,
No Aarati, no naamajapam.
The farmer got up in the morning
After bath, poured water at the foot
Of the tulsi, saying 'Naarayana! '
And proceeded to his field.
All day in the field he works
Tired as a log, home he returns
Before going to sleep, again utters
folding his hands, 'Naarayana'.
Thank you, Sir Unni, for the Poet's Notes. I feel honored and humbled.
A powerful and wonderful depiction of a life of a farmer. A simple man who works hard all day in the field without complaints. And above all, with great faith in the Lord. A very inspiring and fascinating poem so beautifully expressed.
This understanding about the life of a farmer dragged me close to your poem. And your poem inspired me to record it as a poem. Obliged to you, Madam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The life of a farmer is strikingly depicted by Rose Marie in her poem, ‘A Farmer's Life'. But the tireless hard work of the hands that feed us billions, is often ignored by everyone, even senseless rulers like those in India. Pity.