Sowing Seeds

I'll show you, my neighbours:
the sowing of seeds matters;
even this living threadbare

in a big corporate world
can't ever deny that legacy
of sowing seeds in the delicate mud,

to see the greenest shoots mature
into gold and then heaps of it
harvested in the granary.

On a visit to your country house,
you might have seen it around
but it's far better to see

all of it on a river's silted bed.
Coming so far you can't deny
this flat has a base made stronger

by peasants' dream and sweat.

Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-12-19 at 10:28

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