Remember for ever and ever,
The food giver, the farmer,
without hard-work and labour,
You can never have dinner.
How he toil from morn till eve,
In the hot sun and in the muddy
Soil, and standing in water,
For a long time.
His whole family works
with him,
They expect to get the
Reward from the good earth.
They get the help as money
From the money lenders
at exorbitant rates,
they get finally
Nothing in return.
Our leaders and our
ministers give parties
At whose cost? ? ?
India every one must
remember, as
An Agricultural
country.
If we turn into
Industrial.
Make all the fertile
lands barren,
make all people work
in factories,
then We need not link
The rivers,
We can beg and borrow
Rice and wheat
and import all
food-grains,
Rice, wheat, sugar-cane
And all.
Recognise the farmer
and his family,
Help him, but don't cheat,
him with chemical
fertilisers and
lending money
Standing on his head,
to lose his prestige
and self-respect
And make him not see
BLUE WHALE,
no need he will surely
commit suicide,
and news-media
will have matter
to screen.
Why not recognise them?
Why not help them?
Why not reward them?
When we can reward
the super stars,
super sportsmen,
Super heroes.
Farmer's work is no less
Cricket, tennis,
Will not feed us
and make us healthy.
Remain hungry for
two days, you will
know the difference.
God save the FARMERS.
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