All grim prejudice to work <br />He scrupulously shed; <br />He grew grace in such work <br />Which by ignorance lay degraded. <br />Human waste he deliberately, <br />Carried on his head. <br />“Work <br />With the people <br />Not <br />For the people”, he said. <br />His compassionate vision <br />And his passionate mission <br />Into undiluted action <br />Translated he ever. <br />With a philosophic wisdom <br />His work he executed. <br />With a messianic zeal <br />Was it ever saturated. <br />A contagious will <br />He exuded. <br />Through a rigorous path <br />He himself led. <br />He sweated. <br />He bled. <br />Still he never regretted. <br />For he had decided <br />That he would come out <br />Undefeated. <br />Living a common life <br />He won an uncommon strife. <br />He wore worn out rubber <br />To identify himself <br />With his impoverished brethren. <br />With shovel and scythe <br />He had established love. <br />For him none was below <br />And none above. <br />For him no labour was mean, <br />No labour, unclean, <br />When done with heart and soul, <br />When done for the good of the whole. <br />Even when his body, <br />Over worked and over burdened, <br />Played too much of cruelty, <br />He would not quit. <br />He worked tirelessly. <br />He worked zealously. <br />A variety of causes <br />He embraced passionately. <br /> “Work is Worship”, says he. <br />And this devotee <br />Had all his life <br />Been worshiping Work <br />In silence and with piety.<br /><br />Kannan G<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/h-baba-amte-1994-worship-of-work/
