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A Peasant Of My Nation
A Peasant Of My Nation
Everything around he surveys
As he has got the action
Even in the scorching heat
He loves the motion.
He has the devotion, deep!
That makes him work night and day
He has the dedication, supreme!
No matter, be it December or May.
He sings sweetly for his crops
And is always ready to fight every strife
For the garden of his heart
That drop of water is life.
Each droplet of his drip system
Is the supreme binding chord
He watches night and day
His green fields,long hours, even or odd.
With every drop of sweat on the grain
He works even in the fields fallow
Hands folded silently, awkwardly
At times, when the results are shallow.
He is the elegant character
But his platter usually empty
His pledge! Always passionate!
Yet his trials are hard and plenty.
We forget, he is the one who feeds us
Then why does his family faces the fragile path
They groan, many times they cry
Do they really deserve that wrath!
There is not good enough done
That justifies his destiny
Rules still are wrong, wearied, unjustified
That is the unfortunate irony!
They are concerned for their luxuries
For their seats, heavy politically
Will they ever get awakened and
Make plans for our peasant, rationally
Why the peasant of my Nation
Has to strive, Has to die, has to perish?
The society, the system, the norms
Need a change, in nature they are devilish.
Our peasant is a supporter of our life
Why make him support a knife?
As a true citizen Let us get awakened
And pledge to upgrade his life.
A peasant is forever a peasant
Soft, docile, simple, warm but unheard
A silent being with a broken heart
But the very voice of God.
Just think If a peasant's spade
Is replaced by a gun,
where will the living world be heading to
The face will hide, even the sun.
His life is orchards, green blends
Monsoons,the brooks, the shining sun
Don't make him a hungry spirit
Something relevant needs to be done........
