The Hands Of Labour...

The Hunger of the country savor.

Farming is their occupation.

Growing crops for the nation...

Sweltering in scorching heat.. he tools.

Sweat drips..into the fields of land and soil...

Produces the Farmer...Grain by Grain.

Whether it's the sun or Rain...

Sitting upon the macchan looking in green harvests...

After feeding motherland.. only the farmer rests...

Hard work is his fate...

Though paddies Insects and pests ate.

Shall he work till his last breathe?

Our Farmer will sow hope and new seed...