Work Is Worship (Poem From My College Magazine) Poem by Rashid Meras Pillai

Work is worship,
Says the days that have leaped;
As we sowed,
So we have reaped.

We've reaped love,
From this lovely land;
Ploughed it with perseverance,
Holding each other’s hand.

Reflections of ourselves
In each other we saw;
We saw this place,
From woods to concrete grow.

Our daydreams,
Had many colours;
The happiness we shared,
Like the fragrance from flowers.

New ideas, new ways,
We’ve acquired with zeal;
New techniques, new thoughts,
In this ordeal.

The nook and corner of this place
Reverberate in our heart;
The time we spent together,
And found it difficult to part.

Now, the time has come,
To wave goodbye,
And to embrace each other,
Refreshing the days gone by.

But a promise we’ve made,
At this final frontier we’ve learned,
That, work is worship.