Little Happiness. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I can dig the earth, he told
As long as I am alive
And strengthened myself in life
I know how I am destined to live
The life really to be enjoyed
The sweet and blood for earth
The sweet potato and paddy,
The sweet sugar cane that I grow
There with the little plant of chilly
And the groups of plants of Tomato
With all fanfare of vegetable I grow
I am contented the life to live
I can milch the cow before the morning sun
And to sell it in shops there
To have some money for my care
I love the world, life of a farmer
Where happiness is in little happiness.