When I sow seeds
My field screams out of a pain unknown,
When my seeds go deep down
My field sobs from within its heart unseen,
My field has ever been so.
When the seeds sprout with all smiles
My field begins to feel a life within its mind new born,
When they grow into little plants in all splendour
My field heaves out a cry of joy in its soul next born,
My field has ever been so.
When I go for seeing the corns ripe
My field sings in tune with a breeze blowing light,
When I begin to smile about my rosy days ahead
My field sheds tears of a life in delight.
It has ever been an endearing illusion!
When I go for my harvest at the end
My field lets out a cry and then squeals like a pet,
When my carts are loaded off and I say 'bye'
My field lies forsaken and worn out!
I have ever seen it many a time.
Field is mother earth always trying to feed her children. Duty of grown up child is to take care of the mother. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
At least the farmer in you is able to notice the forsaken and deserted look of the field! Most farmers just gather the crop and walk away unmindful.....! Man is essentially selfish. He is interested only in the returns! Actually I don't have any idea of what you really intend here Dinesh! Glad to see you back after a long interval!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem reflects in many ways. In this world everything is used up, not for self but for others. Mother feeds her child as long as child is dependent on her, before and after birth. Not necessary the child may look after the mother. Farmer sows the seeds, nurture it with his hard work, not for self but for others. May be that is the purpose of life. Loved reading it. Beautiful presentation.