Behind that long stretches
Of green paddy field
Along the rivers that fetch
Copious water for greater yield
Giving life to millions
Poor and rich, young and old
Providing food for billions
Health and strength, making bold
Ready for harvest
Grown in earnest
I see the picture
Grace of Nature
Intense labour
Half naked
Starved stomachs
Pain and strain
Sweat and toil
Dawn to dusk
In mud and water
For weeks and months
Hands in hundreds
With crabs and snakes
Pests and insects
In Sun and rain
With meagre wages!
This poem: fantastic. It's so rhythmic..... you have described what you know so well well enough for others to imagine it... a great achievement. Keep it up. :)
Behind the rich harvest there is always a 'harvest of shame'. GW62 'Harvest Of Shame'--Edward R. Murrow documentary from the 1950's
honesty is the hall mark of good poetry...these life bearing lines tell us how an honest poet can not but sing about truths of life strikingly bare such as these...in the opening stanzas words rhyme sweetly perfectly well...*10*
.. and whilst you are behind the richest deliberations to the siphoning of those harvests... voices will continue to grow healthier seeds.. keep Righting them One Peace at a Time..
Such a beautiul flow of words here. The use of short lines in the latter half of the poem adds to the rich effect of describing the deplorable conditions in which our farmers are working all through the year. Fantastic work. A 10++++ here.
With meagre wages! ....I agree with this...a rich fkow throughout10++
One of the good write........in every work there is always thirst/quench/shame/humiliation........... but on land when farmers suffer this is something different who are feeding us. An wonderful write. Sincere thanks for your kind sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your yield here is plentiful grain(s) ... advertising a wealthy gift by lifting first world commodity wage pitted against poverty rage