The Grain Drain
Underneath rays
He prays
For abundant wealth
For good health
and immense strength
Armour of paddy fields
With sickle, he wields
With fortitude, he shields
Awaiting the annual yields
Amidst terraces, the farmers toil
Incessantly burning the midnight oil
Knowingly ignoring the painful boil
I rise from flooded soil
He sinks in debt coil
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