Hundreds and thousands have toiled under the scorching sun of summer,
to grow the food which so comfortably we eat.
think of food as the fruit of labor of thousands of hours,
rather than just rice and wheat.
You can never raise yourself much,
by comparing yourself with others,
today you are trying to outdo someone,
tomorrow you will be bothered,
Life is a mystery,
comes from future,
runs in present,
and goes to history,
At the touch of your love,
i have become a poet,
and nothing more i seek of you,
now a days whole of my time,
Materialistic gifts to some matter,
but they matter little to me,
what I like is you stop and wait,
even if you can go ahead without me.