Clad in shabby dress, stinks sweat, <br />A churlish who works day and night <br />In the field, <br />To speed up the pace of progress, <br />To continue the game of politics, <br />The destiny of kingdoms <br />Lies on his rough palms, <br />By dint of his being, <br />The kings are kings and <br />The queens are queens, <br />He is the father of civilization.<br /><br />Mohammad Akmal Nazir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farmer-2/
