Survive for self
Honor is no honor
If you complain for minor
And mind that "you have to put labor"
To survive for self and others
Think of our forefathers
Who had nothing to put off hunger
Still they carried on with whatever they had
The empty stomach was definitely fed
If so then all will complain
Bear no pain
And demand all luxuries available
Without putting up any struggle
One should know
The sweetness of hard labor when go
For livelihood and survival
You will know the life real
Under hot sun or in open field
The spade is held
The earth is dug out
And seeds are put
The monsoon shall spread
And earth shall raise head
With all ground cells in active mood
You shall find enough in your store as food
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Honor is no honor If you complain for minor And mind that “you have to put labor”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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