It is the time for harvesting paddy corn,
Peasants go corn fields from early morn.
Paddy cutting is happened in month November,
And it continues till to the month of December.
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Bundles of paddy you harvest and we feel it as usual. We need food. In India paddy is prominently used as people love eating rice. Farmers should be respected as they give us food.
THEY SUPPLY FOOD, WORSHIP GOD AND HELP OTHERS - Such is the life of the farmer all over the world and indeed throughout history. By describing in such close detail the harvest work you pay homage to farmers everwhere and everytime. And they are so worthy of this attention. Minnesota, by the way, is a rural state, and there is really only one BIG URBAN CENTER - St. Paul/Minneapolis, the Twin Cities (about 2 million people) - where I have lived my whole life, and the truth of it is, I do not know the majority of my home state which is rural. I am a tourist in the rest of Minnesota. So your poem gives me an appreciation for the farm families who perform the same work as the ones you celebrated in your community.
A great tribute to farmers without whom we would have been starving........this piece covers all the aspects of harvesting season........very well composed........10/10
I am familiar with the fares that are are an integral part of the harvesting season. I have seen the smiling faces of the farmers at the time of harvesting. This poem is a nice description of the most lovely scenery of countries who are still mainly an agricultural countries..............10
n remote area maximum people are farmers, They are theist, simple, honest and also fairs. The farmers do go to their dewy corn fields, Which looks like diamond amber, give yields? Beautiful expression