Paragraph on An Indian farmer : An Indian farmer is a picture of pity and Mercy. He works from morning till evening. He knows no rest. He sows corn for us. He ploughs the field. He waters them. He hoes them then. He waits patiently for the crop to ripen. He looks after it day in and day out. But still he remains hungry and naked. What a pity! A man who raises crops, tend them, reaps a golden harvest, remains underfed, unclothed.
Paragraph on An Indian farmer
An Indian farmer is a picture of pity and Mercy.
He works from morning till evening. He knows no rest. He sows corn for us. He
ploughs the field. He waters them. He hoes them then. He waits patiently for
the crop to ripen. He looks after it day in and day out. But still he remains
hungry and naked. What a pity! A man who raises crops, tend them, reaps a
golden harvest, remains underfed, unclothed. His lot is very hard. His luck is
quite transitory. The tiller of land is empty stomach. He is always under dept.
The village baniya (rich man) exploits him. He takes away milk from his cattle.
He takes away grain from his hands. He curses his fate. Of late, the life of an
Indian farmer is changing very fast. It is a change for the better. But one
thing, even today an Indian farmer very much depends upon the whims of nature.
Let nature should be bountiful to him.
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