Let this land be ploughed by your feet,
To loosen the hard clayed earth,
To add up some thought provoking manure.
Let the mind be ploughed by your words,
To irrigate the canals and the nourish the signals,
To remove the obstacles unseen by the eyes.
Let the hearts be ploughed with words of love,
to remove the plagued clogs and debris,
to lighten up the mind and let it fly, humming an anthem
Nicely put in a beautiful poem. Even Gita refers to farmer (kshetrajna) who cultivates knowledge of life. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write...farmers plough and plant, poets enrich the barren hearts! ! A big 10.