Farmer (Thank him once)

With axe and sickle in his handHe serves the best way he canHeavily burdened with debtsHardly anything to look forwardOut of hunger he himself growlStill never fails to fill our food bowlMourn continues, No solution in sightUntil another one commits suicide Sitting in comforts, not realising even onceWhy can’t we, be a help even an ounce?We are fortunate enough to add them a mirthA morsel … Continue reading Farmer (Thank him once)