I am like the sower,
Who is tired of his lands,
Or like the winnower,
Who is chained on his hands!
The best of my seeds I sow,
On lands that seem to be fertile,
And wait for their fruits to grow,
To taste the feat, but in futile!
Gods are jealous of my seeds,
Will they ever give me lands,
Where I will never find weeds,
That slay the deeds of my hands!
Will my seeds bear their fruits?
Will the Gods give me some rest?
Will my plants grow from their roots?
Kinship is the fruit I love the best!
3 comments:
My dear friend, the day will come when you will be given land, nice healthy, well educated land where you can sow your seeds. But till that you please take care of your seeds and don't waste them in infertile land. I can understand that when you see other land with full of crops, you may (must) feel a lust of sowing seeds but in vein, they are other's land. You can visit them, you can touch (if they allow) but you can not sow your seeds in that land. People are very conscious about their land. No one wants that any one comes and sows their land. But in some aria their are public land. Any one can sow by paying some amount of money but again that land is also infertile. And this type of public land is not found in gulf countries.
Now literary comment. If you don't write the last sentence "the seeds of kinship" then also the poem is completed. The poem is completed before the last sentence. I have very less knowledge about poetry. So please forgive me if I commented wrongly.
Thanks for a new poem
pawan kumar
Dear friend,
I really like the way you presented the topic. The flow is also maintained. It is worthwhile to read and appreciate. Keep going
Dear Friend,
I like the way of your presentation.It is worth reading the poem, The parable of the Sower. Keep going in your attempts.
All the best.
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