Tag: poem dedicated to farmer


    Flowers had already left the plants Now seeds had started leaving pod A green Signal for the harvesting It’s a silent and final nature’s nod Farmers! be ready with your sickle To take away from farm,gift of GOD Now seeds had started leaving pod  


    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…