Poets and peasants
Very much present
With soil and its conservation
Thus building very good relation
Seeds are born
When earth is torn
Both are sons of soil
True sons to work hard and avail
I worked as farmer
You can label it as former
Remained with insects
To know more about facts
Earth teaches us to be tolerant
Despite heavy machinery to make dent
It is dug with cruel method
As if cursed by the God
Peasants get nothing
Not good return from anything
He suffers from black marketers
At home only poverty sans cheers
Poets use obsolete tools
With imagination make people fool
What does it yield for human consumption?
Except high standard use of language for assumption
Mark Cabrera2 minutes ago Good work but may need more flow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice William Payton Byrd Jr.3 minutes ago Well put. Comment +1 About poets