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The Division Of Labor
If everyone sits in a palanquin Wonder, who’ll carry it? If everyone sleeps in a train To move, who’ll drive it?
The Bees have their own Workers, queen and drone. The Ants too have a colony Like bees, as one family.
This division of labor Do exist everywhere. All the work they share With every mutual care.
A worm too under the soil Has to dig deep in its toil To make its search fast, For its needy breakfast.
Who should do what? The nature does dictate To suit the individual He be a boss or menial.
Material nature consists Of three modes, goodness Passion and ignorance, For a soul conditioned once.
Out of the food one eats, One of these modes shapes One’s nature to be a worker, Or a sage, or a powerful ruler.
Each one has to play his part For the social upkeep in tact, To promote a nation’s welfare, Or to keep away from warfare.
To keep a vehicle running Wheels, break and steering, Are they not functioning As one unit while moving?
~Rajaram Ramachandran~
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