Work is worship, <br />Says the days that have leaped; <br />As we sowed, <br />So we have reaped. <br /> <br />We've reaped love, <br />From this lovely land; <br />Ploughed it with perseverance, <br />Holding each other’s hand. <br /> <br />Reflections of ourselves <br />In each other we saw; <br />We saw this place, <br />From woods to concrete grow. <br /> <br />Our daydreams, <br />Had many colours; <br />The happiness we shared, <br />Like the fragrance from flowers. <br /> <br />New ideas, new ways, <br />We’ve acquired with zeal; <br />New techniques, new thoughts, <br />In this ordeal. <br /> <br />The nook and corner of this place <br />Reverberate in our heart; <br />The time we spent together, <br />And found it difficult to part. <br /> <br />Now, the time has come, <br />To wave goodbye, <br />And to embrace each other, <br />Refreshing the days gone by. <br /> <br />But a promise we’ve made, <br />At this final frontier we’ve learned, <br />That, work is worship.<br /><br />Rashid Meras Pillai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/work-is-worship-poem-from-my-college-magazine/
