Organic Farming. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He was an old man a cowherd
Finds his livelihood
By the grace of almighty
And from the meager income he gets.

He was also hard working
Used his leisure times in compound
The little space around the home
And tried his best with agriculture.

No space was left it blank
All over there thick vegetation
Vegetables, and plantain plants
Herbs, and fruit giving plants.

Nice to see the compound in greenery
People walks in the street enjoys
The scenery of the compound in farming
How capable the old man they exclaims.

Organic farm he perfectly maintained
Vegetables in such rare varieties
The cowherd carried a basket in his hand
To collect the cow dung while gracing.

He was not a qualified man in that sense
But he knows what a tree or plant wants
He loved it so much and liked it in seriousness
The commitment was great and himself happy.

Never he maintained a book of expenditure
Never he complained an account of losses
Always in a pretty mood of humor he kept
People felt a nice feeling while seeing him.

The Students of agriculture came to his farm
To know about the tricks of organic farming
They wondered the proven knowledge of the man
Invited for a presentation in the college.

Books will not makes wonders in the fields
Books and proven theories are to be made practical
For the use of farmers to make it a success
In the small farms and compounds makes it wonders
Our poor cowherd seems to be a roll model.