Singing a song with faith
Deep in the hearts of beings to plough
By toiling in the fields of life
A farmer at the rain drops of hope leaps.
Sweating away the charred bonds
With anvil of present moment
On the shoulders of serene ambience
Moving far and high
To plant saplings of joy in hearts
Which in time brings smile in their faces
As they yield happiness
And verdant peace to farmer’s life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem