Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman

Rookie - 52 Points (28/08/1959 / Trichy, India)

I Am A King While Working - Poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman

Working is very nice and fine
It gives a very healthy sign
The working pleasure is mine
I want to work again and again

I am adequately compensated
While working I am not irritated
By sweat my body is irrigated
My efforts will never get wasted

To work I feel very very hungry
Too much work makes me not angry
To do work I always love to agree
I behave like a well-watered tree

My hands may look dirty
My age may be fifty
I love to do my duty
My body ever feels thirsty

I will never grudge
I will ever budge
I will never dodge
I will take a pledge

I care not my body being sweated
I worry not by being disappointed
Only to work I am appointed
To do duty only I am created

Till my last breath
I will toil on this Earth
My birth must give mirth
Only six feet land I am worth!

I will distribute cash
Secretly I will not stash
To work I will make a dash
Lazy feelings equal trash

Day and night I will truly toil
Under the Sun which will boil
I will pray to the mother soil
To make sweat better than oil

O- God- Help me wake up
O- God- Help me make up
Any task, help me take up
Any riddle, help me rake up.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about I Am A King While Working by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 9, 2009



[Hata Bildir]