Indian Peasant Poem by Ketan Hukare

Yes, i wake up at the breaking dawn,
When the first rays touch the soil.
My land awaits for me. So did my cattle.
And I knew it was the time for toil.

My lips are dry and so is my land
It looks upon the king of sky, the Sun.
Hopes that clouds come with their shades.
To the first shower, 'You are welcomed'

And then I'll work to bring in new life
That will be something on which my kids will feed.
I am a farmer; I don't need sympathy!
Just a natural smile is what I need.