Watch the bullock carts filled with crops,
The farmers bring after harvesting drops.
After long day wait time of harvest come,
Farmers in winter do chant leaf fixes gum.
Fields are filled with many vegetable plants,
Busy in collecting grains you watch line ants.
Rats do jump in harvesting fields of paddy,
They too hide and come and go calling daddy.
In mean while we watch and soon we do feel,
Poor people do warm burning dusts, see in drill.
Winter festivals come children collect rice corn,
Some move on and some do think to winter burn.
There is long path fallen through rice field we walk,
Due to cold fever some for medication go to quack.
Winter blossoms with fragrance of flowers in street,
Every day at morning sun comes winter we do meet.
Harvesting of paddy is a major part of our cultivation,
Farmers cultivate vegetables and do soon motivation.
Winter is the season that comes with hope pleasure,
By command of God ever Nature here keeps treasure.
The poem is a grand celebration of different seasons and their association with various crops in this country. Sowing and harvesting of seasonal crops so much joy and change in the life of people. Thanks.
Unfortunately, in Maharashtra and Rajasthan such rosy picture is elusive and farmers are suffering...Nice thought provoking poem, Sir....10
Thanks for bringing before us the harvesting scene of the countryside...that which is allienated in today's internet era sir. One thing I like about your works is the glossary below every poem, for everyone to enjoy every meaning without referring to dictionaries every now and then. Thanks a lot for sharing your thoughts...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fields of paddy! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.