ANTS, BEES, FARMERS : RHYME 57

In endless trails, worker ants,
Each with food grain,
Hurry to store in the nest
Before comes the rain;

In trailing lines, honeybees,

Each with nectar,

Hurry to store in the hive

Before comes winter;

In tireless toil, the farmers,

Each with sweat, seeds,

Till their land to grow food

Before rain retreats :

Build your life and future 

On your fated lines,

With zeal, zest, 'Make the hay

While the sun shines.'

Let's be the ants and bees

And farmers;

Let's work with commitment

As true workers.

- N P SAMAL