It is true that the peasants are the people of the world, they live in blossom, live in the flames. But I do not realize how hard they are to harvest crops. We all need values, they need to be respected. Though its mid class or lower class people. which gives or made us our food he like as a father.
I have given few lines of a poem
"I am a farmer of hardship, suffering from hardship.
The crop that is on the ground floor of the cultivated land causes its grain in the granule
I have my leg, my sweat.
From dawn to evening
Water sludge weed slaughter should be done."