When I see no rains smashing the grass,
And see the barren land in quest of thirst,
I wonder if things will ever be fine,
And whether this land will flourish again.
That’s when I see a peasant come up,
Getting things ready to work for the day,
In search of a tomorrow
Which may never take place.
The world may think he’s mad,
To walk miles away from home,
Set out yet another day,
To find nothing but pain.
I guess he isn’t mad,
To sweat it out each day,
It’s just plain hope which brings him here,
And I’m sure it will result someday.
really nice...thought process behind dis is laudable! - pratik
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