Still I awake in early morning
As a ritual practice followed in years
Taking my walking stick I walks
The paddy field once my working field
I am no more capable to farming
Or the village is turned a face to paddy field
The overgrown grassy and marshy land it became
Where lot of birds and cows finds their place
The tortoise, frogs are left somewhere
Their life became near extinct
Thanks to the modern methods of agriculture
And the pollution made to the water sources
Unable to withstand the climate change
And heavy loss to agriculture a problem
Still I wakes up in early dawn
Thanking the sun giving me a life chance
And a clear visibility of the world anew
Somewhere I finds the brightest hopes
May there be a return of prosperity
And the followers of my footsteps takes the challenge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem