Nangarni By Anand Yadav

What Have you ever given it a thought? It is being stoic while getting cultivated under the sharp edges of implements in all directions, in all angles, it is burning thoroughly in the scorching sun. The soil laboriously tolerates the furrows for the betterment of mankind, for the wholesome harvest, for the lush greenery thereafter, for satisfying the growing needs of the cattle, the birds, the animals, the insect kingdom. Ploughing is the open beak of the longing earth, waiting for the rain to quench the thirst of the universe. Ploughing is the suffocation of mother earth. It is a compassionate stage of the mother earth before the anxious creativity of greenery everywhere.