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An Ode to Labour

The paddy fields, green and yellow,

Welcomed the farmer- bright and mellow.

The sound of the hammer echoing through soil,

The laborer rejoices, despite the toil.

The machines buzzing, clear and free

Entrust the workers with a new sense of glee. 

The sellers and vendors shouting loudly,

For their items to be sold proudly.

For labour is unique and universal,

No force can stop it from being vocal.

Not in riches, but in honor they stand,

As its worth is woven by hand.


--by Sakshar Das

30th March, 2025

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