The Farmer In Fields.

A long walk behind bullocks To plough the paddy field And make ready the field For comfortable seedling planting. Be it heavy torrential rain Or fearful thunderstorm Hardness of the paddy field Not a matter of concern Walk in haste for maximum out turn. The poor bullocks but always helpful Never hesitates to walk and plough As if their master's wish is supreme Their fodder and water he ensured. The tea and light meals served In field itself to save the time It was an experience to remember always The most liked food ever for remembrance. The wages were meager but labor heavy Still it was helpful To maintain a family of five And to live in peace without hunger. Mother was always waiting A welcome to her dear son Who works for a livelihood for family Always in tears in her solitude. During the harvest season it was busy Harvesting the paddy most strenuous But always happy to see the grains The event of prosperity comes in villages. In nights the duty was to separate the grain From the hay in such care and efforts Where bullocks also used, tied in a post Rounded all round the center post The harvesting songs made the village happy. The Moon light gave its comforts While we were in separating the hay Our songs were aloud and rhymes so nice Commanding the bullocks to walk in speed. In the early morning we collected grain And separated the hay in such care A comfortable village life of those time. But gone for ever, the gladness of paddy The paddy fields are converted into posh houses. Changes of world is ever great and convenient But the real sustenance of people in cultivation The cultivators are to be given such inspiration Then only the world food situation improves.