The harvest is over
three months toil
inordinate expenses
come to an end.
Being a three hour process
the machines doing the entire
the rice being bundled
transported to the mills
The result is not much
always it is so
expenses and income
work not a difference.
Well, this be the status
being that of a farmer
tilling his land
brings not anything much .
Year after year he does
grumbles and mumbles
does it anyhow
not much of a gain.
The pleasure lies not on revenue
experienced through cultivation
the green fields and crops
lend a satisfaction utmost.
Never would the farmer
earn a treasure
the sight of the laden crops
is but a pleasure.
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