In the terrain fields to plough
Farmers look at the sky for rain
And in the seasons of life’s years
From dawn to dusk with others we share.
In twilight we look for light
With our hope rising with Sun
Also in between we look for rain
For human chain to sustain.
So with only hope blossoming
In the garden of life we will be living
With wishes of life like different coloured flowers
And hope of farmer like ripe grains fields.
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