Those hands

Those hands which caressed the saplings,

Tended the plants with love.

The eyes which loved the fields flourish and glow,

You nurtured them with heart and soul.

We fed our children with all that you had sown,

Those hands are now empty and heart depressed.

I look at the eyes which gleamed with pride,

Now have pain and emptiness.

What have we given you in return?

I keep asking myself again.

A Farmer- you are to the world,

But for each one of us,

You are a warrior toiling in the Sun and rain for us.