Putting on my goggle,
Looking map on Google.
I was riding my Enfield,
When i passed through that field.
I saw a group of farmers,
Body hardly covered but still were charmers.
I stopped my bike,
To see what pain looks like.
Sun was overhead,
Breeze was hostile.
But still they worked,
With their hearts fertile.
Seeing them I was amazed,
Why don't they get praised?
With heavy heart i took off,
It was really very tough.
This poem to them i dedicate,
Facing those problems who never abdicates.
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