There's someone who wakes up before the dawn,
There's someone on whom we depend upon.
He toil and strive everyday for us,
Just imagine the world without farmers.
When he hears the lightening sound,
He heads towards the dried up ground.
With great hope he goes to the field ,
And expects a massive yeild.
He plough the barren land,
Sows the seeds with his dusky hands.
Works under the scroaching sun,
And returns only when the work is done.
He returns back exhausted and fatigued,
And just to satisfy his basic need,
Entire day he spends in the soil,
But is he paid enough for his toil??
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