The farmers till the land from dawn,
They plough the vast fields till dusk,
They sweat in burning heat of summer,
They work, work, even in cold winter,
Toil, toil, till their bones ache, break,
Till last breath, they cuddle the earth,
They sacrifice, to let the people eat! ! !
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Toil, toil, till their bones ache, break, Till last breath, they cuddle the earth, They sacrifice, to let the people eat! ! ! a great poem especially now in the context of the strike of the farmers. tony
I am happy that you highlighted this matter, nothing less than 5**
Very few people understands the agony and pain of agriculturist, you nailed it with this poem.
Yes ma'am we live only because they gave it to us. The fruit of their toil. Life for many soul. The picture is mesmerizing snd alluring. I'm pulled to pen one for them. Beautiful ma'am.
Excellent poem, Geeta. Without farmers, most of the rest of the human race would cease to exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely depicted the life-struggle of a farmer.... Thanks for sharing with us...