Sweet Pains Poem by Muhammad Khalid

After all the hardest work of the day,
on shores upon the stream of stay.
Truly brings closer the distance of achievement,
boring hundred fruit of galactic scent.
No fear of the broken away soul,
nothing sighs upon front of the visible goal.
Try and worthy be if you feel the tire,
yes, you have done real work I am not a lair.
Feel a pleasure for the pain of the work,
through your duty as a dog and healthy clerk.
Real work is a real sense to real earth,
real sense is the real dread since the birth.
Work is what gives the pain having pleasureful usage,
to silence soul eternal itch and turn a next page.