The Harvesting Machine

The Harvesting Machine It was a little late In the evening, The harvesting machine Has just started its work In our paddy field. It was working All through the day And our part of the field's The last one for the season. Moon had already risen, A full moon. My brother's grandson A big boy of three Was there to supervise Harvesting ‘his' field. As the work was going on Suddenly he felt hungry And wanted to go home, But, his duty …. He fell silent For a few moments. Suddenly his face lit up In the moonlight; He looked up and said, "Oh Moon, From up there, clearly You can see the field, Continue supervision I have to go home" And climbed on to My shoulders.