Paddy Field
.PADDY FIELD
HARVEST PADDY FIELD ON MUD AT MORN.
BUTTERFLY SITS ON EAR OF CORN.
BEES MAKE HUMMING SOUND.
ONLY SEE PLENTY OF PADDY FIELDS AROUND.
PEASANTS TOUCHED THE EAR OF GOLDEN CORNS.
EACH OTHER WATCHED AND WHISPERS.
NO JOY, WITHOUT ALLEY.
TOUCHES EAR OF CORNS GLADLY.
IT'S TO BE BOILED TO SERVES US.
PEASANTS GLAD, COWS OUTSIDE WATCHES WHEREAS.
PEASANTS DRIVE OUT COWS.
DOG BARKS.
PEASANTS RETURN FROM FIELD.
REMEMBERS ONLY PADDY WHERE EAR OF GOLDEN CORNS ENGRAVED
SAROJ KHAN [SAKHA].
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