Sickle and Harvest

I’m in the field ,

Of golden challenges.

Some yellow some green ,

Like ; tough but easy .

A sickle dressed my hand ,

T’was pen in between fingers .

I reached the field ,

To yield the knowledge .

I sowed the seeds ,

My sweat nourished it .

Now the yield is mine ,

Only mine !

I’m the only one who can ,

Reap this harvest of toil .

My sickle and my harvest

Is the strongest weapon ever !

And it’s more than enough ,

To cut all terror challenges ..