Peasants and poets
Both are quiet
Busy in their struggle
With lots of troubles
Rain god may shower
But yield may be fewer
Poets may write
But nothing more to fight
Both are important
In age present
Fortune does not favor
But they have full honor
One is father of universe
Another is master of verse
Both have unique goal
For responding to a call
Peasant toil hard in field
Poet has sway and ground nicely held
Both permanent and present
Well contended, active and alert
Just give best wishes
As they convert goods from ashes
Both need care and warmth
Before taken over by the death
williams Prince nice and peasants are who gives us food and poet fight to get food for us.
good Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi 4 minutes ago good Comment +1 4
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peasants and poets Both are quiet