Farmer
I am the farmer of this land I also live with self-respect. I plough the fields with my blood. I sow the soil with hope. I grow crops like gold with hard work and dedication. Be it winter, summer or rain, I fight every season because I am the identity of the changing era. Sometimes I am a little happy and sometimes I am upset. Because I am the farmer of this land
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