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Rural CompassionThrough burning noons the farmer tills,Rural Compassion by *Parsat
Upon the ground, sweat drops and spills;
Whoever should eat his hard-earned rice,
Remember his toil and his skills.
In spring the farmer sows one seed,
By fall he gains ten thousandfold.
But if there was no fallow land,
Then he would starve, die in the cold.