How lovely were those paddy fields in rain
Where farmerettes in rows transplant seedlings of grain,
Where farmers see their hopes flourish and flower,
Where soil turns to gold with the sweat of labour
A sea of green waves kissing the horizon
Dancing to the tune of wind in great jubilation!
How alluring were those fields in winter
Covered with bright yellow mustard flowers
As if the Earth a vibrant beautiful girl
Draped with a floral bright yellow shawl!
How sweet was the smell of corn flowers
That rejuvenated the lungs with aromatic air!
How spectacular was their dance of harvest
With the sweet song after arduous tests!
But now rare are those charming scenes
Most of which are devoured by concrete buildings
The fragrance of corn flowers is a distant dream
That's substituted by costly perfumes
The fumes of fuel chokes the chest
The foul smell of garbage is omnipresent to greet!
For my diseased heart those memories so sweet
Are the only soothing balm and ultimate treat!
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