The Exceptional Thought.

A beautiful miniature of a Plough The young man brought for his father As a loving memory of childhood The old man who ploughed the fertile land A wooden plough he used always Attached to the Bullocks in such care The iron blade in the end Sharpened in time from the village workshop Where his friend the village blacksmith He was a talented one in agriculture Every nook and corner he ploughed When the paddy field returned his sweat Many fold the grains he got from harvest Slowly his sons became seniors and employed They forgot the paddy field for ever And gone voyage and found jobs New homes, posh cars, and facilities The old plough hanged in cow shed The old man looked with sadness They new father was a little depressed And decided to present a beautiful golden plough No doubt the old man scolded and thrown away the present My sweat and blood is more worthier than this My old dilapidated wooden plough must accompany And try to lay it near my grave yard As a valuable monument to look for ever.