O Labourer...

Wakes up in the early morn...

thinking the tasks and tools.

You are working tirelessly.

For whom....?

Happy for the little things...

Dreaming for the little ones.

Your world is small, not heart.

Your dreams...?

Your necessity is limited...

Your courage is unlimited.

Honey- money not your goal.

Your goals ...?

They are in big need of wealth..

Always wanting more n more.

They are your bosses n bosses.

Your needs...?

You are the real creator of...

their joy, wealth and happiness.

Fulfilling desires, you are the boss.

Your desires....?

Working for the society and...

Growing expectations of all.

Not expecting a little from...

Your expectations...?

A salute to you n your soul...

real hero bringing realities to.

But your reality is a ' bread' only.

Is this reality...?

O.. labourer, you are the ultimate...

Backbone of the ' rich' and royals.

A hut and little food is your richness.

How rich you are...!!!

O.. labourer...