THE FARMER

His lovable pregnant daughter

His adorable sown land
Matters same for him
His soul enters his living corpse
When his harvested crop enters his store house
His body bears the horrible weather
When he raises his adorable crop
His sweat nourishes his verdure
To metamorphose the seeds to gold, he will endure
His reapers get their earning
When his spouse misses her wedding ring
His eyes gazes the sod, when he sows and it gazes the sky, when it grows
But it weeps, when he computes his expenses
His half-filled tummy gives us daily yummy
And now, we all with full tummy.