An national treasure
The farmer is,
Bearing the legacy
That is his.
Grueling hours.
Calloused hands
Churning the soil
Of our Motherland.
A role that few
Dare envy so,
Or think it to be
The way to go.
Hats off to the farmers—
Then and now.
Hats off to the farmers
And their plow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aj apki vajah se main school men mar khane se bach gaya