Glower4
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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