With Obsolete Tools Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poets and peasants
Very much present
With soil and its conservation
Thus building very good relation

Seeds are born
When earth is torn
Both are sons of soil
True sons to work hard and avail

I worked as farmer
You can label it as former
Remained with insects
To know more about facts

Earth teaches us to be tolerant
Despite heavy machinery to make dent
It is dug with cruel method
As if cursed by the God

Peasants get nothing
Not good return from anything
He suffers from black marketers
At home only poverty sans cheers

Poets use obsolete tools
With imagination make people fool
What does it yield for human consumption?
Except high standard use of language for assumption