Oh! How bright it was shining,

Giving that scorching heat.

And how he was sweating,

Standing on his blistered feet.

How sultry the day was,

And how laborious his life.

Striving the whole day,

To feed his children and wife.

Beneath the wrathy sky,

Having a parched throat.

Working for those small wages,

‘Cause his family-love was utmost.

Planting in Spring,

And harvesting in Autumn.

His work was arduous,

And life was solemn.

And what will happen,

To his dreams of gold,

Will they dry,

When life gets cold?


Published by: Prachi

Hi!! I am Prachi. I am from Delhi, India. I am a student of Chemistry, pursuing graduation in Chemistry from University of Delhi. Besides academics I have a profound interest in writing. Writing gives me a special kind of happiness. Healing Words is a medium for me to share my personal feelings and ideas. I write what I feel. Here I have posted my own writings. I also love to sketch, draw and do photography. My work has been published in three books. You may checkout my published work on . Besides this, I am a member of "Moiramor Magazines". On November 9, 2020 I got a chance to speak up on Creativity and Innovations. It was a meeting with the students and professors of Yorkville University, Canada through a video meet. You may know more about it on have a page also, on Instagram as @_healing__words_ . I will try my best to write more and I am looking forward to more such opportunities.

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