I likes the barren land
Where I can build a small home
With lot hopes I can live
A life entitled in this world
I knows the fertile land
Where it was kept as barren always
But I ensure myself with pride
I can make it a fertile land
Where planting trees fruitful ones
Makes the shade around my home
Where the pepper seedlings will be planted
And spread in sides with aromic smell
That too the herbal value I knew
A land virgin land always useful
To the needy and hardworking mind
Not so lazy ones to have a title
Which makes it every time barren.
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