MY SWEAT br br br Educated in English convents br They made cool abodes br As their working precincts br Lawyers, engineers, doctors br Computer laurates br And smart bureaucrats br All this lucky lot br Living at money jetting fountains br Are devouring their fortunes br To downright fulfillment br br I followed my father’s school br By going to the paddy fields br And dredging eight hours br For a mere fifty rupees br br I never grudge my affluent brethren br For taking away every grain br Of my hand-grown produce br Leaving me with broken-rice porridge br Nor the wind and scorching Sun br For sapping my vim br With their incessant simoom br But only rue at my drawback br That my profuse, ever-oozing sweat br Is not fit to slake my thirst br br Sathya……br br sathya narayanabr br