Ancient Earth Poem by Saroj Padhi

I'm a common plowman
with love of the ancient earth
whose brown body intoxicates me
with raw smell from its upturned soil;
I love to walk and walk in forest and groves
along tracks covered with fallen leaves,
with the scent from new born twigs
wafted by the gentle breeze;
in dark I love to listen to the soft sound
of seeds sprouting in my field
and as I wallow in mud and marsh
I think of the golden yield;
flowers breathe a strange peace into my soul
that sustains me thro' sad days,
hoppers and crickets singing from stubbles
lend me the seasonal joys;
I'm a plowman in love with husk, hay and grain;
with harsh sun, floods, storms and gentle rain.