Joy is just a wage of our labour
To keep the earth beautiful
And to make divine will fulfilled
We all are labourers
With equal share of pleasure
One has to pay
Who behaves like a master
And demand for a undue major share
With a difference we are made
Of skill and strength
To separate not from each other
To quarrel and fight
But to add beauty to earth
Each from a different angle
We are not just to enjoy
But to know what for we are,
If a squirrel can add
Some sand particles to Setubandh
Why can't man to earth?
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