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armer-the backbone of our country

Sep 29, 2022
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By himaja annavajjala


he is a man with lot of emotion

who made a big livelihood evolution

he always thinks of rain

by which he gets the grain


he is a killer to pests

who becomes like that to make the best harvest

he is fond of earthworms

as they strictly follow his norms





he is so great

cause he fills others plate

he adds the manure

to make the soil pure for sure


he walks with his hard working ox

but I do not know what he talks

he does not have a microscope

but he always have a hope


he waits for the drop

to harvest a beautiful crop

he avoids publicity

and owns simplicity


even though his life is in stress

he is never in distress

he fights with the weeds

for the rights to grow the seeds


his instrument is plough

i do not know why he cannot stop his work flow

he is nations motivator

who uses cultivator as an elevator


threshing and winnowing are his skills

where he can sell the grain by doing these to a mill

he never chills

but always sprinkles


he dance

when rain give him a chance

he treats soil

as a fuel oil


his biggest enemy is drought

but he sends his devil quickly out

he acts as nations backbone

but keeps his name unknown


he calls rain

to campaign his fields domain

he is never lazy

to make our lives pretty


do you know who is he

the person we treat as a king the farmer




By himaja annavajjala




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