Smithy Works.

Blacksmiths, village blacksmiths Their memories are fading away Their workshops, work styles no more. The great technicians of villages, Their service to village people were great. They made sharpened sickles to reap To reap the harvest in seasons The beautiful paddy field those times People in numbers came to their workshop. They made equipment in local needs In the tastes of their village community Exchange of labor charges in paddy Or sometimes in petty cash payments Still they liked their living conditions. Blacksmiths the hard working people Beautiful sharpened implements for agriculture Made by their hard work and dedication Agriculture depended upon their technical skill. Beautiful and safe locks and keys they made Not studied in any technical institutes Still they learned their profession in perfection From father to son the rich heritage they acquired. Blacksmiths village black smiths respectable humans Their memories ever in people's minds Irrespective of changing situations Let their followers make worthy living By acquiring modern techniques and theories. A bright future and earning power they require.