01 . Tribute to Workforce

The litters lay ground in heaps 

A little hero in rainy days 

Collects all them with dew drops 

His feet need much washing 

His hair needs combing 

He sacrifices his portrait for rubbish heaps 

In the battlefield they were hooting 

In pains with scars on bodies 

They nursed with mankind 

Healing the wounds 

With a beautiful heart 

The black boards; whiteboards 

Chalks and dusters; they battle 

Creating inspiration for little minds 

Paving the path with beautiful candles 

They ; are our second mothers 

Green fields with waving grains 

The harvest ; they battle

The bit of rice is an attack 

Their sweat and tears 

Salute to their dedication 

Lies on a trolley with growling sounds 

He listens to the running heart 

His speach creates magical tale 

He is a God of Healing Wounds