Hardship Poem by vijay gupta

Drop let’s of my sweat
was falling slowly and slowly
on the earth.
I am passing my days
and nights in my fields
It may be a hot weather
or may be a cold weather,
I never bothered about it.
I work and work
till the work was there.
In the last
I got the yields
and sale it in the market.
But I was surprised to see that
I was hardly able to get ride
from my old debts.