I had sown the seeds
Long ago in the monsoon,
Now the golden harvest
Will come home soon.
Seeds mingled with
sweat and blood in the field,
Were planted with the hope
Of a bountiful yield.
They remind me of
Those days of struggle endless
Days of hard labour
Laced with wild hope and madness.
My eyes are moist today
Blurring the golden vision in my front,
I forget how days of hard work
Have made me gaunt.
Now the monsoon clouds
Have taken their leave,
My field is filled with crops
Swaying their heads in the gentle breeze.
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