Rise Up My Little Boy Poem by Vasanthi Papu

RISE UP, MY LITTLE BOY
Lo! My little boy, don't you hear my call?
If you still hold sloth you are sure to fall.
Are you born merely to rest and rust?
Come on! Rise up and give your best.

Hitch and hesitation reign you strong
Leading you to the alley that is wrong.
Satan dwells there to ruin your brain
Then leave an indelible mark of stain.

Shun sloth, the store house of evil scheme,
Once trapped, it's quite hard to redeem.
Snub idleness, the nursery of all crimes,
Which poisons your mind at all times.

A rich idler loses respect for his indolence
While a poor tiller gains it with his diligence.
Real dignity lies in labour and attitude
Don't relax now and live in solitude.

Life indeed is a one way street,
Pick a path trodden by very few feet.
Work with devotion and for honour
Winning acclaim from every corner.

Love and respect the post you hold
Earn an honest penny as pure as gold.
Win laurels and shine as bright as the sun,
While the Creator blesses His mighty son.