There he is plowing his field
The early morning sun beating down on his back
Unschooled
Caring nothing for so called "Education"
Cannot read nor write
With a little smattering of arithmetic
Living only within the confines of his village
Yet threre is a serenity and contentment
On his lined weather beaten face
When asked how he can be so happy
In such poverty
He replied that he did not know what
Poverty means !
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