Cultivation. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

My paddy fields are barren and empty
The time is ripe for sowing the seed
But untimely the misfortune for agriculture
No one have serious concerns here
Problems are many but solutions minimum
Slowly the new born children asking question
Where mummy the paddy tree in this world
How it is made and nurtured in nursery
I couldn't answer the curious minds
My paddy fields are lost for ever
Belated rains, dearth of laborer
A future is bleak and sluggish for agriculture
But what we have in villages to eat
May be the new generation find a solution
The most apt word in high tech streams
Solutions that are we have to find.