Life is so boring without the real work
I am thinking while walking near crop
Observing the duty of Nature as a clerk
Watching this soft greenland like a cop

I am Saying Hi Hello to all little flower
Giving blessings to the all infant grain
Touching hair of plant at morning hour
Getting the feelings of farming again

I am recalling my golden youth days
When my holy place was this field
My prayer was for paddy and maize
And my gift from God was that yield

I still remember the process of sow
Body is not supporting i am retired now