Body darkened, drenched and marred,

 Under the scorching sun and torrential rain,

But all pains and groans ploughed and silenced

Under the responsibility’s colossal wheel,

That keeps rolling whether the time scowls or smiles,

And fulfills the fields with crops and fruits

 To feed the nation and keep the lamps of lives alive,

But the splendid feat shoved to recognition’s outskirts,

As a countryman’s job smeared with stinking sweat.  

………Dr. Fathema Begum