Sanjeev Mansotra Poem | 'the Pulse Of The Earth: Why Agriculture Matters? ' Poem by Sanjeev Mansotra

Beneath the sky, where green fields spread,
The hands of farmers rise from bed.
In morning light, with soil in hand,
They shape the fortunes of this land.

From seed to sprout, to grain and fruit,
The earth responds, and roots take root.
A silent pact, a sacred bond—
The food we eat, the life beyond.

Through sun and rain, and winter's chill,
They labor still, with quiet will.
For every meal that graces plates,
A farmer's toil and hope creates.

Not just for crops, or cattle's keep,
But for the forest, river, sheep.
They feed the earth, they tend the seas,
They care for nature's mysteries.

In fields they grow tomorrow's seed,
A world sustained on what they feed.
For in their hands, we all survive—
They keep the pulse of Earth alive.