The Small Farmer Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Small Farmer
I am a small farmer holding half acre of land
There I made wonders of cultivation
The people say
I am such a poor man finds my livelihood
In this bit of land
Destined to live and in such limitations
Still I am happy
I am a hardworking man of middle ages
I work hard for eke out a living
Tilling, leveling, watering at all times
Makes my time worth to living.
My cows and calves better maintained
They are the healthiest ones
They gives enough to our needs
The milk, cow dung manure all else
They are the lovable ones always
You may be mistaken if you thought
I am an illiterate who can't read and write
But I am an educated and college gone
But still opted this humble job
Which gives me lot of happiness, and pleasure.
My small farm, lot of fruit bearing trees
Different varieties of agriculture
In which my happiness lies
The most beautiful life I selected
And it is my happiness that I find.
Agriculture is a noble job
The mother earth will not cheat you
She always respects and loves
Those who respect her and loves her
She likes the attachment of noble heart
Who she feels as the motherly affection.
Go to the farms and make your own destiny
The mother earth is in support of you.
Farming is such a noble job
Where you can find all worldly goodness.
Your poem may not be sad, but it brings tears to my eyes. I think, here is a man who understands. Here is a man I would be proud to call my friend. Your English may not be perfect, but neither is mine and I am a native speaker. However, your words speak clearly, for your perfection my new friend (I hope) , is in the heart that you reveal without inhibition in this poem. I too am a 'small farmer' in the US but of 4,000 acres not the half acre you speak of. When my father was alive, he, his farmer partner, and their clients together comprised a tillable farm in South Dakota (almost no pasture) of more than 10,000 acres if you can believe it. Just one or our fields (we called 'the meadow') was 4 miles long and 1 mile wide. Even with the largest tractors of that time, it took almost two hours to drive around its perimeter once. I have also had experience raising cattle but on other farms in Oklahoma where I was born. Your half acre of land and your joy in it remind me of Ghandi, who I surmise is also your friend, if only in spirit. As you can see in my biography posted on Poemhunter, I am also a technically educated man that has returned to the land and farming, though I did everything I could to escape this life when I was a youth. We have much in common it seems, including a love of poetry. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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4/16/2024 6:05:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I feel proud of you.When you said you are also educated and not an illiterate as the other farmers do. I feel proud for you since you are proud with farming which one the noblest job we do.You love and enjoy the nature along with the farming what you do I regard you for what you really do.