Farmer

A creature of that sphere
Entrusted to sweat
Deploying his endeavor
But pivot on fate

Ne’er bide with verve
Just courses his days
Gale agitated his nerve
Sun faded his face.

Could be seen as an instrument
Trails around with same order
Toiling at field standing or bent 
Confined between domicile and field sward
Never out of border.

Grower of the cereal, raising nourishment of us all
Keeps himself sometimes in starvation
Plugged in to work, never for recognition
Aims not to lavish by the crop he enthralls.

His journey is steady sans pleasure
Offspring of land not of leisure
With the sun in field
To look for grain
Struck the rays, hath no shade
Loitering bare, can shine or rain.

Building fence and planting hedge
Exerts to his fullest without any wage