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What you gain Sir, by working?

You struggle raising and nourishing the world whole day
And retire smiling spreading charm all the way
And come back the day next with same smile and beauty,
Aren’t you bored, Sun, of this routine duty?
An Emperor drawing water from, oceans, wells and rivers,
Pulling seeds from dungeon, cracking and sprouting plants!
Can’t you employ a few men, sit idle and rejoice the powers ?
Only slaves, destitute, downtrodden work and also ants.
Earth sleeps, still life grows, trees stand idle, still it flowers,
Immobile hills generate streams, ocean, noisy lovers,
Doing nothing they all gain, what do you Sir, by working?
“The knowledge idiots are not born but fallen by not working”

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