There being a strain of running here and there
driving up in the morn
coming down in the evening
with a light lunch in between
walking through the whole area
while the sun is shining bright
right over the head letting out a scorch
engaging in picking up loose fruits
then counting the bigger ones
overseeing that they be loaded without any miss
going behind the lorry to the weigh bridge
getting the fruits weighed properly
returning to follow the same routine.
Well, this has been happening for the past few years
sapping the energy and draining the health
leaving me a faint fatigued being
I am now a ghost of what I had been earlier
looking tired and sun burnt with lifeless eyes
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