We are farmers, we agree to culture. <br />Farming opportunities in deserts, <br />Through the windmills of our efforts. <br />We trap the sun in our eyes, <br />What's left we store in silicon's slice. <br />We sow endeavor. We till risk, <br />We are ruthless to the moment and brisk. <br />Our minds are like our lands, <br />Saline, sandy, loamy, fertile but always productive. <br />We learn what we need, leave what is not conducive. <br />We know addition multiplication, don't focus on substraction and division. <br />We sneeze, cough or go shy, <br />The stock exchange goes for a dive. <br />The crop grows in our eyes, <br />Fresh, minted, sparkling, bright, <br />The Reserve Bank of India her might, <br />Looks at us with pride <br />we are its delight.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gujarati-s/
