Peasants Poem by Sagar Mushtaq

Early in the morning!
My hands that work
Even though hard injuries
My feet that went cross the thorns!
Feeling the joy of pain!
But my crops will serve the world
I am living for others!
I am creating wheat and rice
That people could enjoy their eating!
Remember my service
Remember my hard times!
Remember my tears
When my children are crying!
And I am in the field to give you!
Remember my grieves!
When I am seeding earth,
My blood and respiration!
O! The people of universe!
Shelter my peace!
Under the scorching beams!
I am your farmer!
I am your producer!
I have developed your life!
At least give me a hug!
Give me the love of journey!
I have spared your lifelessness!
I have removed your hopelessness
What I need?
Only the help to built my home!
Only the help to feed my children!
Only the help to grow my children!
Only the help to bring books and bags
That they could go for school!
The help that my wife could wear!
That she is feeling abate!
Within the torn dress!
The help to have Chappelle!
For me, for my children!
Our feet are not able to run!
The help to purchase glasses
For my mother, she is blind!
That she could spare her pains
While taking a glass of water!
When no one is around her cot!
I will serve for you till life ends!
Till my last breath steps!

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