Delighted Peasant Poem by Dr Dillip K Swain

His grown crops and vegetables
Will go places, to towns and cities
To canteens, restaurants, and hotels
The hardest efforts are put into principles
The richness of his mind is richer than the rich
Lorries and trucks come to his reach
To load his crops and vegetables
To take it to places inaccessible

He has to finish and hurry home
His hungry stomach needs
Watered rice and a little sleep
The mild blow of a feeble palm hand fan
A gentle press from the sweet hands
Of his never complaining childlike wife
Joys transcending the cornfields
Into the absolute domain of peace

Copyright@ Dillip K Swain