My Peasant Friend Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Look at the days of restlessness,
Look at the days of very hard labour,
Look at those vehemence,
Hello! my peasant friend,
I am waiting for your leisure.
What a wonderful weekend
You have just spent!

Youth yours are spending
In spinning those fields
Look, the days are changing
Too fast in its way,
We are beholding something new,
A modernized view,
Day by day.

No matter how splendid are they,
But my friend, the roll up of your skilled hands,
That to keep us feel the joy of the day,
And favours to be ecstatic always,
Will never decay.
Yes my friend,
Such profoundness can't decay.
My friend, the best man of sapience you are
For the day.

Here, viewing the moments to thrive the clays
and such very endeavours
Much better are,
Than beholding the dinky Eiffel Tower.
Keep going on my friend,
Keep going on,
How shall we pay such debts
That makes us laugh,
that helps to survive everyday?
My peasant friend, so great you are,
The man of the day.