Poets and peasants are coy
Tilling the layers of mire
To home hearty harvest they toil
Fertile moment and a seed
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Poets and peasants are coy Tilling the layers of mire, , , , , , lovely poem you can have full 10... i present following poem for your support. it may appear separately too....... 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
oh what a similarity u have sketched, wao brilliantly u have composed a masterpiece
Yours is lovely poem.. beautiful.. keep writing...10... peasants and poets both are quiet busy in their struggle with lots of troubles rain god may shower but yield may be fewer poets may write but nothing more to fight