I came across a smiling farmer.
His simple mind marveled upon the magical land he tilled.
He could not comprehend how similarly nurtured soil
Produced so many varied flavours!
Sweet, sour, bitter and savoury;
All growing side by side.
He was enthralled and contented with them all.
I met the smiling farmer again.
The intricacies of genetics were still alien to him.
With child-like passion and joy he tilled his magical land.
Every new shoot and bud made him smile.
He called friends to share his fruits
and the tricks of his trade.
With beaming pride, brought the first fruits to the altar.
I chanced upon the farmer again.
His cheerful demeanor still intact though his hairs had turned grey.
He gestured above in gratitude for the things he got.
Just some more “hard-work” seeds to sow,
So’s happiness is reaped, he said.
He sowed on his children.
Then, he smiled hopefully that the seeds are fruitful.
I came across him for the last time.
His body still and peaceful but no smiling faces nearby.
The seed he sowed evident on his children around him.
They vary in flavor and fragrance.
Sweet, sharp, strong and mild in nature.
All so precious to him.
I looked at him and saw his final impish smile.
Lumding, November 12, 2020
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