The Peasant Poem by Saurav Sudhir

A lonely night, darkness the only bright,
The guiding star, a spot so far apart, years a light;
The solitary wanderer with eyes to the stars,
Tugging along his beast and the deeply pained scars;

A journey on sand, the only desperate land;
Thirst of the damned and no water in hand;
He waded his way through the toughest times,
To reach the kings market to make a few dimes;

With luck his enemy and misfortune his companion
He trudges along with pride, that of a champion,
The world to him has been everything but fair,
Feelings now subdued, the peasant doesn’t care;

The night is still dark and so are his eyes,
The lifelessness in life he surely can despise,
He settles his beast and burden for the sad shivery night,
And prays to the stars for the sight of the next light