Hurry Up At The Thresher Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

Hurry Up At The Thresher

Hurry up now, hands keep moving, thresher running loud and empty,
Rest can wait and shade comes later, water follows work completed.
Grain lies hidden in the harvest, separate the seed from chaff now,
Feed the machine fast and steady, keep the turning cycle flowing.
Hourly costs are counting moments, empty rounds still drain the money,
Jam or pause makes no distinction, running time demands its payment.
Why sit resting under trees now while the measured hours slip by?
Hurry up now, work together— speed today becomes our profit.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Hurry Up at the Thresher is a poem rooted in rural agricultural life, portraying the urgency and pressure surrounding a threshing machine during harvest time. Written in a trochaic rhythm, the poem captures the commanding voices, hurried movements, and economic realities of collective labour, where time is measured in hours and cost. The poem reflects how human effort, machinery, and money intersect in farm work, creating tension between rest and productivity. Through direct, forceful lines, it highlights teamwork, authority, and the relentless demand for speed, offering a realistic glimpse into the lived experience of rural workers during threshing operations.
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