THE SOUL OF THE SOIL

         The Soul of the Soil
       Poem by BIJU.S,KERALA
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The life and pulse of the soil we should be remembered, it is the farmer ever
The farmer is born to grow gold in the soil
Always great and  symbol of gratitude



The farmer also evokes superiority
 in the working class with excellency
A farmer is one who lovingly produces grains and vegetables in the field



A farmer is one who labors in the soil without fear in wind, rain and heat.
Our mother is the farmer who grows food in the land whenever we needed


 
A cultivator who holds the melody and rhythm of the soil sacred and vigilant
One who works without sleep even in the night is the farmer with proud and devotion



Even after a thousand ages, let us remember the farmer with reverence
For without a farmer, we shall never get
Best crops ,cereals  different vegetables



The farmer who always feeds the Authorities, the minister, the police
And the good people,The farmer always excels in his deeds and in his thoughts



We must always remember and never forget even if we never salute the farmer
Even if life is full of conflict,he goes forward without giving up confidence



The little birds that flies in the field and  Then the grasshopper and myna, the Cuckoo and the yellow sparrow sing songs lovingly by giving pleasure to the farmer



Hiding the sorrow and digging in the soil, listening to the sound of the quill, the farmer will reap the gold, and the home and the working community will be proud.



We must remember that we must always respect this source of pride and the other working class daily worship him because
He alone is our breadwinnerand nobody is



     This poem is about the soul of the soil.Who is that ?Yes, our farmers .They produce grains and vegetables.Fruits are cultivated by them that we are getting from the market.It is the farmer who feeds and energizes all the ruling classes.We are not starving because the farmers are working despite the wind, rain and cold.If you don't salute this farming community, don't insult it.Farmer is the pride of Indianworking class.They have so many struggles and conflicts.But they go to forward with confidence.Wemust respect them.He is our bread winner.Farmer is happy when he hears the melody Of cuckoo and different sparrows,the singing birds.They visit the field daily and evoke the farmers for hardwork.Singing birds are the inspiration of the farmers.Cultivators  are the soul of the soil.They reap the gold.Human should consider him as a pride of all  the society in the World



THE POET , BIJU.S FROM KERALA