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