My work is my God,
I am a daily worker.
My joy knows no bounds
when my work assigned
at a particular site is over.
When I start my work,
materials and places look
helter skelter.
My blood and sweat
make them majestic
and generate an excellent order.
I am clad very simply,
a slum dweller even if I have
constructed the highest tower,
my needs are never more.
Always I love my work
and adore my God
through my wholehearted labour.
I am ever- present where
any manual labour
is essential.
Without the sweat of my brow,
infrastructure and development
are impractical.
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Yes, if you worship your work, there is no need of searching a person to worship.