Knotted veins and turbaned hair define me.
Sharp horns, sharp sickle and a bent back look alike.
Fertilizer, insecticide or seed spreading
In the furrowed land,
Always with the sun in my eyes,
bird-watching only at night;
You may view my punctured toes,
Cracked heals and torn rubber slippers;
The land I work into a green field,
Though mortgaged in fear, never complains.
She gives me year after year
Her wealth for distribution.
I may swallow a serpent and not vent my spleen,
The lowing cattle may rattle up my night’s sleep,
I may have a confused
Understanding of sowing and uprooting,
But my wealth exceeds yours;
I reap not for a family but a country.