Naghen Pyanee

Rookie (15 August 1954 / Mauritius)

The Labourer - Poem by Naghen Pyanee

From morning till afternoon he toils and toils

With patience he removes the stones from the soils

Sweat runs over his face

Under the burning sun hot like a furnace

A tractor moves swiftly over the fertile land

As the labourer sows the seeds with his expert hand

Over the soft earth from time to time he stumbles

From a bottle he drinks some water hastily

While he looks around wearily

He thinks about his wife and children

When the field at him gazes defiantly

But he gathers strengh and courage quickly

To fight for his living in this dusty place

In the afternoon happily he returns home to find solace

With satisfaction he has done his duty

For it is said that the water of the river

Ganges of India

Is not as clear as the sweat

On the forehead of the labourer.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008



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