Under the azure sky
And, in the green fields
The beauty of farmer's life high.
His home with tin roof house high
And earthen floor bare
With mud walls everywhere.
It is part of nature's grace,
Nestled in a beautiful place
Where tranquility find bare.
But in the tranquil scene
Waiting for the monsoon keen
His hope and dream serene.
Middlemen exploiting his way
Leaving him with no say
In a struggle everyday.
Beneath the blue sky so high
Where rural landscapes lie
Farmer's struggle never die.
His life on nature's embrace.
His home in a peaceful place.
There serenity will show its grace.
If they are united tight
To challenge the middlemen's might
To set their economic might.
See the examples of Amul's might,
Where the Rochdale Pioneers showed their fight,
Cooperatives rising to great height.
Then farmer's life lovely and bright
Peace dwelling with pure delight
In nature's embrace so right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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