Hard plow and sowing the seeds of dreams,
Sweats extracted from the blood of a farmer,
Obliged the earth who prayed for her son,
Watered by faith’s ever flowing streams,
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Plough, sow the seeds and hopefully wait for the harvest, though the crop is never guaranteed! A poem of positivity! Enjoyed!
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Efforts were hard though exhausted and tired, Readiness is required for the final fatigue, Truly, . Hope creates the readiness.