The bread that fills our belly
The spices which trigger the buds naturally
The juicy fruits we taste
Does it come before us in haste ?
No ,no ,
It comes when Mother earth becomes pregnant of the seeds
As a fruit of good manly deeds
The sky showers the rain and pour the dew
Comes out the shoots new
Earth wears a green spangled gown and sari and smiles in joy
And it comes only when farmer tills the earth with hard plough
And toils for hours and days
During winter ,heavy rain and even in stinging sun rays
His clothes are drenched with saline body drops
Like spring running on slops
Then come the sweet crops
But people treats him with cannons and bats
Like ants and rats
To the capitalist delight
Forgetting the farmer's plight
But never try to dismiss his right
For price fair for his children' future bright
He may turn day into night
As he also knows his might
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(C)Ramkishore Upadhyay