A farmer’s winsome to God
Published in
Jun 6, 2022
–by Sanju Shaw
O! revering lord, show us some pity,
On this arid land and be amity.
Tis the distress of the doleful farmers;
Listen to us oh, our bestowed redeemer.
We desire of nothing but plenty of rain,
Hunger is nothing but dying of crops is our pain.
Clear sky and no clouds in vision,
Putting us in perturbation.
O! acclaimed lord, we feed our nation.
Crops are our wealth, expend & compensation:
Don’t be rough to your fellow laborious men,
Amid of deadly hot season bless us with some rain.
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