Fruits of Labour

Sheena Jain posted under PenMuse-23 Poetry on 2020-10-15



If a labourer crushed a stone one day Looking for instant gratification The buildings that stand tall will laugh aloud They weren't built in a jiffy by his kin The moor that bears the green gold's glow was tilled Over seasons of toil, turmoil endless Sweat and warm blood ran through its cold bowels The sun never asked for a credit note When the horizon is not visible Some return, some sail with far more vigour Patience, the silent keeper of action, Driving small steps towards a distant dream Fruits of labour shall fall from far heavens Angels and demons alike shall collect [ratemypost]   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!