O Farmers Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Start ploughing your field
Even though it is summer.

O peacocks!
Start dancing and calling
To the clouds
Even though it is summer.

O clouds!
Start thundering
Even though it is summer.

O God of rains!
Start giving water through rain
And rainfall and by doing
Your duty satisfy all.

When in summer
Farmers are busy in ploughing
Peacocks are calling
Clouds are thundering
Rain is here life is here
With new creation.

We know and we are sure
After summer
Comes rainy season.