Gratitude- is such a great and fascination word, that what one need to do is
just close the eyes and focus on the word, you shall be amazed to see vivid
pictures of real life stories with your real life heroes to whom you feel your
gratitude. Isn’t this true?

There are innumerable persons, I am most grateful to, but, I worship the
most important class of our life, without whom we shall not thrive and sustain.
Yes, they feed us, flourish us, yet they remain so adamant that we never ever
reason them to be thankful to them in person. Even I was one of such easy
going, least thankful for them species until last week, but my journey along the
country side ignited the fire of gratitude towards them.

I am fortunate enough to stay in town surrounded with greenery of
fields of groundnuts, cotton, and maize etc. ar. The sweetness of fresh tender
groundnut seeds was relished by me often, I always thought of fruits rather
than the person working on the fields. Yes you are right, I am pointing towards
the farmers. The other day I happen to travel along the lush green fields, here I
saw hardworking men and women toiling down to work, irrespective of the
scorching heat, and remaining secluded in the deserted areas working hard
only to fill our appetite. They work tirelessly round the year to make our plate full. Still we have become so selfish that we hardly remember them and their
noble deeds towards us.

I was going for the family function with the great high to meet and greet
my near and dear ones. All the excitement enhanced as I reached there. The function went on smoothly, and then came the well laid buffet. There were so
many delicacies to choose from that the taste buds ruled over the appetite
ending up feeling heavier and happy! But one thing moved my mind that made
me unrest. There was so much leftovers in some plates that I couldn’t resist
but preach the importance of food and the cons of wasting hard work of the
most precious hours of our dear farmers! People were quite indifferent
towards me, but some felt guilty promising not to repeat the mistake again. Then again I felt gratitude towards the likeminded people!

With thankfulness and blessings to their noble profession, with the
promise to do whatever little I can do for them, but more importantly not to
waste the wealth of food left the function, promising to do my bit for them as
when I look at the plate I see the God like farmers in it!

Gratitude, gratitude to you
My life, I owe you to!
You sow, you reap
Your work is so deep,
You toil
In the soil
For us
Who are such a fuss!
Gratitude, gratitude to you
My life, I owe you to!
You work endlessly
Consistently, persistently
Indifferently, wholeheartedly
Help one and all unknowingly
For us you produce
Our appetite you induce!
Gratitude, gratitude to you
My life, I owe to you!
Labouring in harsh sun
Chile weather doesn’t affect you to turn
Rains makes you please
But heavy moves your peace
Still you stand with weary eyes
Looking at God entombing your cries!
Gratitude, gratitude to you
My life, I owe to you!
But then again the heart cries
When unallied goes your sacrifice
Where plate becomes presentation of status
Wasting more than enough
Such a pity, can’t you see the picture of ‘Son of God’
In the plate you discard?

Bharul Chhatbar
Bharul Chhatbar

Bharul Chhatbar. Is interested in writing poetry.She believe to do a bit for people through her words. Day to day events,love & passion & positive vibes influence her. She believes to convey & connect through her poetries, but,tries to remain low profile.

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