The Farmer
Bought two Chiquitas
While returning from the
morning walk.
And while eating them, drew,
in imagination, the picture of the farmer
who cultivated them.
Where would he be - the
farmerwho produced these two
bananas?
Would he be sleeping now?
Or working at the farm?
Or would he be no more by
now?
When I thought of a farmer
somewhere,
I was also forced to think of
my father,
who was a farmer.
Sad, it needed a banana
To make this strayed seed
to think of his farmer.
trans : rammohan paliyathu
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