A Tribute to the Farmers—Poem
Gratitude to the Farmers or the ‘Annadata’ (The Food Provider)
Recently, while on a train journey, I was looking out of the train window. The sight was so beautiful—full of green fields ready for harvest, some ploughed fields, the heart-warming sight of the men and women farmers, busy in the fields, in their noble work, that is, to provide food for the mankind, the birds, the animals, and other living creatures.
I was overwhelmed to see the vast and unending agricultural lands and crop fields.
It made me wonder about how little we know about the crops, the crops fields, the seeds, the sowing, the harvesting, the irrigation system, and any other details regarding the art and science of farming.
My heart is filled with gratitude for the farmers, or the annadata, as we call them in Hindi. It is due to their hard and relentless work and efforts that we get the food on our dining table; the most important necessity to live and survive.
We can’t thank them enough, can we?
Therefore, whenever you take your next bite of the food, remember to thank the farmer, from your heart.
A tribute to the Farmers—Poem.
From the dawn till the dusk,
In the summers and the winters,
In the spring and the autumn,
Unaware of the heat of the Sun,
Or the rain or wind or storm,
They work hard, relentlessly.
The sky, and the seasons,
The soil and the seeds,
The irrigation and the cattle,
The markets and the accounts,
They study and master it all,
To grow food for everyone.
With the hair disheveled,
And the hands and clothes,
Covered with sweat and soil dust,
They work hard, tireless and selfless,
To grow food, and improve the yields,
God’s own men—We call them Farmers.
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