Delighted Peasant

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