The Farmer
Whisper not in my ears 'Iam poor'
shower no charity to speak it louder
make me no tool for you to be known
for my toil will humble your shine.
Allure me not with goodies I care less
skeptic am I who gives me free
for you take more than I do receive
with dubious minds men share luxuries.
Am a common man in the street indeed
genius were fed by me in the world
rich were made on my toil and sweat
countries formed for men of my tune.
thoughts of survival guides my muscles
lives on me waiting , make me go on
A simple life yet a lot it demands
loyalty, honesty and love to crown it.
In love I rest and wake up serene
moments I live kept in love's achieve
and when I die I have run my race
race of a man as destined to be.
when I till & sow earth gladly blesses
when I water ,seeds smile and sprout
theyknowing me, will return at last
nestling with them loving their roots.
I never searched self , nor did I lose
for me thoughts are living and life
nothing beyond it, mattered my head
for I still love a sparrow more than a jet
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