Barren paddy fields
Mud water stagnated paddy fields
The cultivation slowly depleting
The old fascinating greenery lost
Whom to blame, not the farmer
Whom to blame, not the people
Then how it happened
The precious paddy seeds of earlier era lost
The timely rains are a past story
When it rains, it is untimely
The seeds could not properly sown
The harvest in correct time impossible
Agriculture here now it stands as loss
Then who to blame, ourselves,
Or the nature, the climate change, all.
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