Question

Compose four poetic lines of your own on ‘Indian Farmer’​

Answer 1

Answer:

He sows the seeds for abundant yield, To the soil, he bows for God in the field. Strives he relentlessly comes what may, He knows what he sows he shall reap one day.

Answer 2

From the dawn, till the dusk,

In the summers, and the winters,

In the spring, and the autumn,

Unaware, of the heat of the Sun,

Or, the rain, or wind, or storm,

They work hard, relentlessly,

The sky, and the seasons,

The soil, and the seeds,

The irrigation, and the cattle,

The markets, and the accounts,

They study, and master it all,

To grow food for everyone,

With the hair disheveled,

And the hands and clothes,

Covered, with sweat and soil dust,

They work hard, tireless and selfless,

To grow food, and improve the yields,

God’s own men—We call them Farmers