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I love the life-giving soil
Because it makes me toil
To receive its ripening reward
For life’s labour, labelled hard.
I meekly adore the lofty sky
For my hopes, that largely lie
In the directions marked high;
I proudly salute the invisible air
That makes me breathe fresh and fair,
For a purpose pruned to progeny’s care.
I worship the water’s holy grace
Cleansing dirt at a regular pace
To give my mind a secured space.
I would fall in awe before the Lord of Fire,
Not for fear of his flames and fumes of ire,
But for promptly lifting my spirit much higher
To my mortal remains held in a pyramid of pyre.
P.Chandrasekaran
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