He carries honour, pride, and tears
An Ode to the lense of Muhammad Hassan Talal & the countless farmers being silent support to our economy & culture.
In Punjab’s fields, where rivers gently sigh,
A farmer works beneath the evening sky.
With every swing, his heartbeats tell,
Of love for land, a sacred spell.
In simple clothes, with turban tied,
He holds his culture deep inside.
Through toil and sweat, his spirit speaks,
Of ancestral dreams and future peaks.
The soil he tends is life’s embrace,
A testament to a timeless grace.
In every furrow, every seed,
Lies the hope and faith of every deed.
Punjab’s essence in his veins,
In every sunrise, joy and pains.
The songs of fields, the tales of old,
In his humble heart, a story told.
He carries honor, pride, and tears,
Through changing seasons, endless years.
A legacy of strength and love,
Blessed by the skies, watched from above.
Oh, Punjab, in his tireless hands,
Your spirit thrives, your culture stands.
In every harvest, in each day’s end,
Lives the heart of Punjab, its truest friend.
