Agriculture, the backbone of a nation
Of the people, throughout the history
The peasants, workers, they contributes
Their own labor in the fields to cultivate
Of late there seems the interest is losing
And agriculture slowly try to sit in back bench
The great school of survival in the world
The shrinking paddy fields, be it rice or wheat
Or any other paddy through humans survival
The fearful thing is the depletion of paddy field
Where the future is something becomes bleak
Be there is a motive of public interest
At least not to loss of the great paddy fields
A great tool of survival of humans here
And great pool of talents we can placed
Agriculture, continues the back bone of nations
Every where the survival of humans in need
But specific target of progress require
Agriculture stands the most important matter.
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