IN THE MIDST OF HARDSHIP

At dusk they returned home
their soaky clothes torn
and approached the stove
their limbs marked by scratches
their legs full of wounds
but on their brows
there was not a sign of hardship

The whole day just passed
they had to brave the fierceness
of the gold sun
in their paddy field  all the time
between the yellowish paddy
and the tall, thorny grasses
desperately reaping the riped paddy

They were born admist hardship
and grew up without a sigh or a complaint
now they are gathering together
making jokes while enjoying their meals