On a good sunny day
Out in the field watery
Stood me bend to plant thee.
Up in air roll the bundle
Next in que catch it in swindle
As the traditional folk song jingle.
Unfolding the grass bind
One by one planting on ground
The tender green sappling profound.
Life on farm often busy gone
Planting, watering, weeding done
How time flies in expectations, is not known.
Time to sow, we die to invest more
Then a patient nurturance we bore
To ripen the fruits, we left, at sun door
And rain to make it mature till the core.
Farmer, o farmer, host
What charms you most
That you sow at every cost
In agog, to reap a lumpsome harvest.
Wednesday, March 3, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: farmers,harvest
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Farmer are our backbone. Even though nothing is visible they lay their hands in faith and wait expectantly to reap great. Even our life's are same where we need to make choices and wait for results. But now we practice a different version. We wish to know everything even before they happen.