*a Farmer* Poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
*a Farmer*
Clad in shabby dress, stinks sweat,
A churlish who works day and night
In the field,
To speed up the pace of progress,
To continue the game of politics,
The destiny of kingdoms
Lies on his rough palms,
By dint of his being,
The kings are kings and
The queens are queens,
He is the father of civilization.
Dear Mohd. Akmal Nazir, my comment is a sonnet upon the abuse of the Farmer’s Blessing. Sonnet On Curse Upon A Farmer’s Blessing A farmer can never be churlish even if shabby be his clothes even if his clothes reek sweat honest dirt gains forehead hands his toil in hot sun blesses bellies his labour feeds families prevents famine starvation disease death his field feeds pace of progress. Destiny of kingdoms empires nations are feed from lie in soil rough hands dirt being cultivation civilization toils politic threat war vast army marches stomachs well fed fight pride glory wars nature blesses with food feeding beasts. A reply to ‘A Farmer’ by Mohd. Akmal Nazir. Copyright © Terence George Craddock
A thoughtfully penned piece. One who clears a field to plant a garden takes great pride in his/her accomplishment, even though their reward usually consists of calloused hands and an aching back. Enjoyed this write. tfs
The farmer salt of the earth we all give thanks for their ploy of the land explained in your poem a read to contemplate +++++10 regards
Ken hit the nail on the head. The farmer is the salt of the Earth, where would mighty kings and queens be without him. He is the true ruler of the Earth.
Farmers. They are the breasket of humanity. By God's grace, our fate rests with them. God bless the farmers.
A fitting tribute to the ordinary man, this farmer who by his work is more than ordinary...
From: Buxton Shippy (WinchendonUnited States; Male; 56) To: Mohd. Akmal Nazir Date Time: 6/14/2011 8: 38: 00 AM (GMT-6: 00) Subject: A Farmer 'A Farmer' is a metaphor forthe unsung heroes of society. These people are hardly ever seen yet without their contribution society would implode and collapse. It is quite a tributeto the common folks. I will vote it 8 out of 10. Buxton Shippy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem is simply wonderful. The imagery given of the one who has toiled to sweat and in dirt to uplift the lives of others, is a common circumstance of events many can relate to if they choose. Those privileged to sit on thrones of power or live lives of abundance and wealth, owe a great gratitude to those who initiated their lofty positions. Do we pay them our indebted gratifulness? Seldom. Do we acknowledge them? Rarely. Nice poem. Simply written. However...much profound. To rate this, would not giv it the justice due. Something great can not sustain a rating. An appreciation lasts forever.