{1st May 2021}
For the human race,either work is worship,
Or worship is valued as a valid form of work.
Work or worship,each has its power of whip,
To seize the mind,that trails or tries to shirk.
When the mind is well set to warp great ideas,
Success stories soar like flames from the fuel.
The body and mind correct their conjugal chaos,
To liberate the drops of sweat,from hands cruel.
If work is viewed as labour,love for work is lost.
If labour is loved,each drop of sweat falls down,
Like summer rains sucking heat,for a shelter spot.
Fruits of labour enthrone the earth,with a crown.
May day melodies are born of the world's wield,
To sow,grow and gift labour,with its richest yield.
P.Chandrasekaran
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