The Mighty Peasants

To the flawless skies I duly seek, 

Please shower the worthy gifts held within. 

For the ones who sweat in turmoil of  conscience, 

Infuriated by the dearth of their reap. 

For the ones who persevere for a handful of yield , 

Even in the darkest of the times. 

For they will never seek the mighty gifts, 

And work relentlessly unforeseen of the drift !

For the ones who never sought a merciful bling, 

And buckled up through the nasty bing of time! 

            

                                                        - Shruti Unawane