Crops Poem by Nadir Ali
Crops
One's clothes one's feeds,
One's wealth, and one's deeds
Are golden crops in the fields.
One's honour one's health,
One's life and one's death,
One's wishes and one's dreams,
Are golden crops in the fields.
One's mind, one's heart,
One's attempts and one's efforts
And one's guardians indeed
Are golden crops in the fields.
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