Laborers are very caring and active in the fields
Green plants dances with their hands
The sun is in rough mood
They are working and gossiping
They are nurturing a future
Beside the field trees guarded road walks away
The farmer, the inhabitant, travels the road observing the fertile soil
Water. fertilizer. insect killers.
The price is getting high
Birds are singing in the known trees
but not understandable language,
however, song resembles peace
Labourers report much water will be fruitful.
Water is enormous in the ponds…transmitting will take diesel
The farmer plans. Hopes.
Water. Fertilizer. Crops.
Future stands at today’s door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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