Jul 2018
Planting seeds all alike
Some rot and lose the might
Toil he does for every grain
be it sun or the wanting rain
Watering and tending
With his bare hands
Watching the field of happy thoughts
Beaming with happiness,he stands tall
The farmer
With a happy crop
Some rot and lose the might
Toil he does for every grain
be it sun or the wanting rain
Watering and tending
With his bare hands
Watching the field of happy thoughts
Beaming with happiness,he stands tall
The farmer
With a happy crop
(48/F/Pune, India)
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