Not without an effort

Poem featuring labours' day

How do you expect to extinguish your rising thirst?
looking for beverages in empty cups,
Ah! the rain falls where the land
absorbs the beads of sweat ;
dripping from farmer's wrinkled forehead,
and the land remains barren 
where idleness prevails hardwork instead,
hands which are foreign to the slightest of labour,
urges impoverished to stitch sinewy leather coats from broken thread,
if you wish to fill your empty cups,
you must remain steadfast in your act,
allow your unemployed fingers
to bury deep in the craving soil,
and sow a seed;
the essence of which you can eventually extract

Reviews

[SAYED THANGAL]

True words spoken. This can also refer the life of a drunkard.
Good poem

[Syeda Ayesha]

Yeah , actually I wrote this one when labour day was quite near , and its theme coincidentally matched . Thanks for your feedback

[zunie frost]

Nice write !!! Anything that is impossible without efforts!!
Great theme !!!!

[Syeda Ayesha]

Thankyou :)