Toil At Soil
Toil At Soil
In the scorching heat of the Sun
He allows his body to burn
And various crops churn
And feeds us to earn
Eagerly waits for the rain
To protect his crop main
Even if finances are in drain
For he has to feed the country again and again
No one takes more risk than him
More rain or less rain he is at the brim
Either way, finances he has to trim
For he knows not what will hit him
Uncertainties are his way of life
And the mind is always at strife
Two bad seasons towards poverty his life drives
Leading to suicide with rope or knives
No, he does not require pity
As he is great and gritty
He just requires crop and price protection kitty
Whenever he is put to uncertainty
Even when temperatures boil
He is there at Soil to Toil
His plans foil
Only when nature spoil