The Farmer And His Crops

Arpit Kar

Abstract

Arpit Kar

Abstract

1 min

story abstract grow dancing crops endless farmers english-poem pumps

Farmers work with the dancing crops

The Wind flows flawlessly and the farmer gets some pumps.

Crops love Farmers and Farmers love crops

That's the endless story of a farmer and his crops.

Sometimes this story ends when striking of natural calamities

Then again crops grow and the story begins.

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