The Farmer Poem by dipak adhya

O Dada!
How are you? I asked the man, whom
I had never met before
The man stared at me
Stopping his sowing the saplings a while

Evidently, he couldn't recognise me
And gaped at
Slightly bent his neck
And eyes replied,
so so

I stopped
and noticed his sowing
I know they spend life in fighting
Earn a little
Hardly maintain their life

We have been taught
They, the best friend of us
We know we've no time
For their welfare to blink an eye

It's my country
Sixty percent of land they nurture
More than half are called our friends

Our friends!
How far is it true?
Whenever the little children are taught
A pseudo friendship is brought.