Thanksgiving.

I owes a lot of thanks to thee I pray in silence to my country While I have food before me While I reads in silence the great books I remember the days those passed When poverty struck the little childhood Ran here and there for a livelihood And the village school class rooms The broken benches, tore eyes on hunger When children played in open fields The happy events, untrained plays I owes a lot to my country while I lives In this small but beautiful dwelling home Where precious books are kept in shelf The things are changed a lot to my country The country gone with its own progress The comparative progress on food production The comparative progress in education Now the school is a perfect place of study The uniformed children going smoothly The noon meals in time, good teachers I owes for the progress to this nation I pray to keep it up with due favor To all of this country with friendship to live Where petty views never indulge in My country a great nation of democracy The constitution that protects us all The guarantees on principles of freedom I owe much to the good souls those passed.