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.