Poem

Peasant

I till the time
to tame tranquility
Burying burdens in the tomb of heart

I sow sound seeds
to reap crop of contentment
Burning bothering growth in the field of heart

I weave web of hopes
to nurture my willingness
Driving off deciduous seasons in my heart

I ignite desires desirable
to burn self in the fire of accomplishments
Watering the pessimism that seeps into my heart

I live life as it comes
to love it unconditionally
Secluding self from disappointments of my heart

Heart is a field fertile
Where crop desired can be grown
If one can be the peasant sincere sweating for sweetness in life……

@Raji❤