Agriculture – Resource Capital

Agriculture, first occupation, where green laurels flourished, overalls that farmers wear.

Economic unavailability, foundation, deeping unsustainable is faulty, till they bear.

Low income, human capital equality apart, pays the freight for sales, guilt their story,

Communalism, child labor, suicide cried amid cares even their lives are full of glory.

But not more helped better glory carved with a scalpel,

First civilization not shame, common factor that ounce more pain even they tackle.

A victim of its own past success back of thousand years,

Country wants green revolution that must be defined and to clears.

Inflation under check but agriculture a challenge, leveraged its strength marginally,

Only agriculture lead contributor for socio- economic development if policies worktable.

Increased demand food for over population, impact of climate change will ratchet up.

Famers’ getting sustainable production, let farmers’ additional burden, that we can change.

Stop importing, grow resource capital adopt sustainability, price control, pose policy

Corruption not to make weak that is the national challenge, potential agrology.

Essential to think and measures to stop them ending their lives must rearrange.

Reduce over duress, make farming with green and white revolution,

With hybrid seeds, more crop productivity, they need correct innovation.<

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Nature that taking an important role, farm sets back out of state trip is a vacation.

Barely gives agriculturists subsistence, cultures, technologies, insurance,

That only leads to lead file with honour, prosperity social security and assurance.

Yet to draw right thought of cultivation, farmers had lit upon.

They know they meant to work, ploy on the filed choose the soil

Their days on field would be spent in toil.

Sheer morning gladness at the brim, the message of the God from the dawn,

Farming timing lot to do with the rain dance seasoned endless wind and so count on

The blazing sun, the drought, the field, and the lonely plains.

Yet Turkey, we eat at thanksgiving, harvest the best of golden gain.

Thank them for their blessing and love, what they grew had come from above.

The hard path they have chosen, the life of a savage, human virtue different than most

Farmers are content in their hearts, social man, and no need to boast.

Let them take a vow they love filed, they will do it, not commit suicide and no harm,

The field is their workplace, though becoming hectic that is the tradition and family farm.

Command our elements possible foresight, strength hands of Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan on their field,

We may guard our crops, not grow with poisons, harvesting time,

Tilling field, fill our bins, husbandman's cares with a grateful yield.