A paean to the faceless farmer
Rice, wheat and cereals, we take for granted;
Is from the blood, sweat, love and tears of someone wanted.
Yet, do we remember you proper and right?
The unknown, unsung farmer, without whom our life is a blight.
Hours and hours of work in the fields, you vest;
Day in and day out, with no break or rest
Whether it is sun, rain or drought, you sow and reap;
The crops nurtured with care as we sleep.
To you, the men and women true;
We owe you a thanks, from our heart anew.
As you celebrate your harvest festival,
We respect your effort and wish you well.
As you thank the sun, the rain and your stock,
By boiling rice, milk and jaggery in a pot.
For all the work that you have done for us,
May the future for you be prosperous
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