on the track of morning bird
yolk on shoulder whistled on
untilled his field, he'd left a third
by dusk t'wd be over and done
Well-timed woke to them honk
passing lined like timeless geese
deep he puffed on bubbly song
made his heart bloom and please
urged the lowing pair on
beam at nature's growing prize
gleaming in the rising dawn
spreading green and its size
held up hands to thank his lord
teary smile for HIS helping hand
untying drops from life's cord
breathed life in parched land
original
saadat tahir
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A beautiful poem, remembering time with your grandpa enjoying the wonder of nature
The village lore is told with compassion and love. Simple diction suits well the theme a farmer on toil. It is a down to earth poem.
That is beautiful...unfornate for me, my grandparents lived over seas, so I never actually really knew them, but what you write here is indeed very touching, wish I knew my grandparents like you did. Thank you for sharing.
Gorgeous dear friend...this lovely write has me experiencing nostalgia for my grandfathers existence... loved the bustop and signs btw... your bud karen :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful symbolic poem tying the labors of man to the mysteries of his Lord.