Rajaram Ramachandran

Gold Star - 20,199 Points (13-7-31 (see reverse) / Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India)

The Dignity Of Labour - Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Four young men, unemployed,
Ran a concern, self-employed,
Without much of publicity,
In a remote corner of a city.

They went to carry,
Dead ones from the city,
To bury a dead,
Or burn it red.

Headside of the dead,
Always one pair carried,
While legside of it,
Another gave a lift.

One day, they fought,
As each pair thought,
Why two felt superior,
And let another inferior?

They dropped the dead,
Down on the road,
To assert their rights,
To change their sides.

An old passerby,
Just heard their cry,
And ridiculed their action,
That brought this inaction.

'In the world of professions,
The least one was this,
As none came forward,
For this, deemed backward.'

'What if? Leg or head,
One and the same for the dead.
Dignity of labour, you'll find,
Whatever job be, never mind.'

They took the coffin,
O'ver their shoulders again,
Keeping in mind, ever,
The dignity of labour.

Comments about The Dignity Of Labour by Rajaram Ramachandran

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/13/2009 5:33:00 AM)

    They went to carry,
    Dead ones from the city,
    To bury a dead,
    Or burn it red.
    who says it is not dignity...in my opinion itis one of the noblest job and this should be done stalwarts who claim to be savior of th emankind....10

    i loved ur work.. read mine i am disgrace.....humble reaquest and is it shame? ? ?
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2003

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