Farmer

It's tough to overcome from the pain they bare, It's tough to hide their glums from their smiling faces,  It's hellacious to extrapolate their feelings. It's a pleasure to provide food to others,

but it's tough to sleep hungry.

It's tough to enjoy in pain, It's the magic of hard work and sweat,  it's not the magic of any pills or powder. It's not the life of any simple man, It's the life of the farmer who has a deep and pure soul. It's him only who prays to God for rain, And we pray that rain goes away. That's the difference between a farmer and a simple man. It's heartening when they don't get benefits of their hard work,  But still, they enjoy pain. It's him who suffers.