Under the heat and Dust,
Toiling in sweat and dirt,
Every Morning to dusk,
Reaping the fortune fruit,
Not quenching thirst,
Setting the goal sight,
Where the eagles dare,
So high in the sky to reach,
With nothing else to spare,
Nor time to preach,
Till the goal is reached,
Till the goal is reached.
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Vidyadhar, I have seen the heavenly arch and poems are proud an eagle of an imperial sight, very beautiful. 10/// Tsira