labor day' poetry
A labor is a great man a hard worker
Either he is a painter, engineer, wrier or gate keeper. From morning till evening they do work honestly But get reward of their work very hardly Every work which they do become their passion If we look them closely we will have great lesion They feed us by sowing seed in the fields And give us hundred fords of their fields They make bricks in sun shine Still they are cool and fine They build palaces for the high authorities But they (high authorities) don’t give them their priorities Sometimes they do not get work till evening Then they seem like hungry and glooming That someone come and take them for work In order to give them money and give them work Just think how they work and survive Hardly they bring food in the evening arrive Never ever they beg from others Weather they have less than others Friends! These labors are the heart of our country Through them running well our country Now let’s all stand together And put your hands together (And give them big hands together) And solute our labors whose in the form of our parents |
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