Song Of Farmer Poem by Kanishka SricharanPratap
Song Of Farmer
Here is my root
Here are my branches
Days and nights are here too!
Here is my hut
Children
A piece of garden
Few patches of field!
Here is smile and tear
Full moon and festivals
Old age and diseases,
Needs and scarcities
All... all!
Who is the king!
Who is the minister!
What is to me?
Here is my sun and rain
Dew and winter,
Here
Will extinguish my life!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
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5/5/2024 1:40:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Here is smile and tear Full moon and festivals Old age and diseases, Needs and scarcities All... all! .. beautiful and simple description of village life.... serene and fine with noble virtues in the heart. very fine poem dear poet. tony
Thank you Dear Poet.