in

Ahoy! till next Sun

A field lush green

is where is my home of little means

a rustic man given to short-circuited life

is me who laments poverty in most

technology is poor and market based

and hand and legs do steer power of men yet

fertility cries hoeing and hoeing all the more

I flatter my bullock pair and go by

heave-ho heave-ho I toil

afternoon sun is right up, scorching and penalizing

my brows now built of sweat and grime

Mud till my knees;paining stomach and waist

legs creak as muscles streak veins toughen

as blood flow I repeat the refrain again and again

and then time for dusk and simple eats

a scraggy bed is where I fall

it is not sleep that grabs me

but me who grabs it

sweet, deep and complete. Ahoy! till next Sun.

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AN EXPENSIVE DATE-A LAUGHING RIOT: BY: SHISHIR GUPTA

AN EXPENSIVE DATE-A LAUGHING RIOT-Volume I (Volume 1)

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