I-The Worker

As I write,
I feel my fingers tire,
Under pressure to express myself,
For I am the all-pervading working man of this Nation

I have been a part of, and will continue,
In helping (re)build this nation,
My forefathers, and I, have seen, and felt proud of what we did,
What if many feel the effort went un-noticed?

How else do u think have we got these produce of grandest propotion?
We have toiled, and we have smiled,
At the work we put in, and the outcome it bore, and the pride it brought,
And the world thought we believed otherwise

We were a great nation,
Recognized for our grandeur and opulence,
Then came the invaders and looted our physical wealth, and sowed the seeds of contempt,
Contempt against liberal thoughts, against beliefs that we were so open to-including religious ones-much like the evils, although, different in origin, elsewhere in world

We build the greatest of structures,
Yet they dont form our abode,
We toil in the background,
Where the accolades are shared by the visionaries and other luminaries

But we take honour in our part,
For no night has seen the light of the day without each ray of light contributing,
For each atom in the world holds a place that the place that only 'it' holds,
Each atom is irreplacable- in either of the senses:physical, emotional or spiritual

For all of us have had a history, and will have a future too,
And we, the people, in all our little ways,
Hold the key,
To any amount of greatness, big or small, mainstream or offbeat..Lets do it.