Autobiography farmer
I was born to arrange food for animala for animals living on earth....!Friends, I am a farmer. My life is more difficult than others. But i still try to be happy to find happiness in small things. I have to get up early in the morning than other people. My farm is not just a piece of land, but for me everything. Without him i can't live a moment for a moment. Just as parents nature their son. Iwork the field and fertilize him.
More than half of my life goes into the field. It is my job to grow grain in the field day and night. Being a farmer is not an easy task. The life of a farmer is filled with all hard work. I have to work hard and honestly without having to leave a day for 12 consecutive months. My bulls also help in my field work. Iwork in the fields from morning to evening. Walking throughout the day, my feet fall as a land. But i am not worried about this, because i know that one of my hard working fruits is going to create happiness in my life.
On a cold day, people are sleeping tightly. However, i have to go to the fields on a cold hight and protect the crop and provide water to the crop. Occasionally, sometimes. I get fever but also comes to me. My health deteriorates.
In the past, my situation was good. Because inflation was also low. I was getting two time food. But today my situation has worsened. Today, the prices of seeds needed to plant in the fields have increased. Pesticides of pesticides and other agriculture are also increasing. In this, I have to take money from someone.
Before the rains, i plant the seeds in the field. After that, i have to go to the fields and protect them every day. I wait for the rain as the crops need water to grow. But my luck is very bad. Sometimes heavy rains come and sometimes there is no rain. This causes a lot of damage to my crops. Because of the waste of all crops. Iwas a debt. It becomes difficult to nurture my family. Our life was worse than begging. But I do not sit in the hope that someone will help.
Once again i work hard. The that day brightens when i get the fruits of my hard work and my form once again goes away.
Seeing this crop my joy in my mind becomes a mawana. People from all over the word call me foodstuffs. But it is very sad that when there is a crisis on me no one comes, forward to help many farmers like me are bored of life and committing suicide.
In the crisis, i do not look back to work hard. I worship the field as God. My desire is just that in my difficult times, the Government as well as other people like you should stand by me and not much, but only two time food should be made to my family.
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