Organic Farming.

He was an old man a cowherd Finds his livelihood By the grace of almighty And from the meager income he gets. He was also hard working Used his leisure times in compound The little space around the home And tried his best with agriculture. No space was left it blank All over there thick vegetation Vegetables, and plantain plants Herbs, and fruit giving plants. Nice to see the compound in greenery People walks in the street enjoys The scenery of the compound in farming How capable the old man they exclaims. Organic farm he perfectly maintained Vegetables in such rare varieties The cowherd carried a basket in his hand To collect the cow dung while gracing. He was not a qualified man in that sense But he knows what a tree or plant wants He loved it so much and liked it in seriousness The commitment was great and himself happy. Never he maintained a book of expenditure Never he complained an account of losses Always in a pretty mood of humor he kept People felt a nice feeling while seeing him. The Students of agriculture came to his farm To know about the tricks of organic farming They wondered the proven knowledge of the man Invited for a presentation in the college. Books will not makes wonders in the fields Books and proven theories are to be made practical For the use of farmers to make it a success In the small farms and compounds makes it wonders Our poor cowherd seems to be a roll model.