Countryside and farmers son

November 27, 2019

A farmers son,

Peter was his name;

His eyes upon the sky waiting for the rain,

For years city was in flame;

Was waiting for the rain,

That day it Rain's ;

drops for his grains,

The grain which he sows;

Was made to put in drams,

Agian peter by his name,

In his work to the previous days;

Nothing but only in the fate,

Was withdrawing some grains;

He made to laugh at ones,

Not at others but at self;

He saw fully growned grains,

Which in dreams he owns himself;

He put the implements aside;

And as soon as he grab the grains,

Nothing happens except his surprise

Of owning a dream in sighs,

Then some one hooked him aside;

Peter got interfared in his sighs,

Was harldy able to turn aside;

He could feel many people around him out & side,

At ones he was surprise;

And then he made a remind,

Was in way to home from countryside;

Was Travelling in exhousted mind,

Again he noticed the peoples,

Who were unkown & undetermined

He was left isolated by his people behid;

Furthur he could see outside,a kindman got satisfied

He exclaimed we are behind two-miles

The Train got late due to fuel declined

Peter took a restless sigh,& set aside

He had never gone so far,never yet determined

To him there was a little fear of missing from his countryside.

{{{By=Raunak mishra}}

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