I am a farmer

Working in the field

Day and night

To make you healthy,

Fit and bright.

Innumerable mouths 

Are fed due to me

Because I work hard

I'm not at all free.

Ploughing, Sowing, Harvesting 

Even if I have cold and cough

I work without any leave

And I am yet not paid enough.

Children, let me tell 

I am a farmer

I work all 365 days

To feed you, him and her.

When a single grain of food

You shall ever throw

You will see my face

On the plate below.

I grow the crops

Sometimes in a haste

But those grains

I'm unable to taste.

Trying to feed you day and night

I work and fast 

But yet I ask you 'O' children,

Why do you waste food at last?

Let me tell you again,

I am a farmer

I work with all my might

To feed you, him and her.