'I slept and dreamt that life is beauty,
I awoke and found that life is duty..'
sings the poet amazed, adoring life beauty
as glory; a beauty that surely rests in the duty.
Earnest souls, are those that make their
life a beautiful page, to one and all declaring
loud that : the beauty lies in duty discharging,
in a sincere offering, to the Maker with gratitude.
' You have no right over a morsel of bread
to eat without day labour'; eating which you
steal and make ur self a usurper and sinner,
worse than brutes, who sweat their labour for it.
Man is sinner; but not the brutes, for, they do duty;
shame the mankind, for eating what is not, not
meant for the self, but for others, rightfully reserved
and owned. If done so otherwise, life will be beautiful.
Doing duty without demanding rewards, is our
might, that makes our life beautiful to one and all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem