Don’t disgrace the work
‘O’ dad, please leave this petty job.
He was a Gardner, who flies the birds to save fruits from them.
‘O’ my son always remember that no work is small of big.
Several bricks are bound to go in the foundation
Only few reaches on the top of the building.
Efforts of a soldier and commander have equal significance.
Their best efforts are essential for the success.
Every men could not be the manager.
For the development of the society
Every type of work is necessary.
So, please don’t disgrace the work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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