The Cobbler who mends our shoes br Does he wear Chappals any day? br Full of wounds and runts are his hands br Is there anyone to rub oil for him each day? br The Farmer who tills, toils and reaps for us br Does he have a square meal each day? br He sweats and labours for us, yet, to what use br Is there anyone to wipe away his tears? br The Gurkha, Postman, Vendor and nameless many br Who perform their duty, though dull or insignificant, br Without our thanks or smiles, are more content br Than most of us who leech off Society! br The Rickshaw Puller and the Blind beggar Boy br Who receive no kind word, but, curses all day, br The Scavenger, the Sweeper, they all need no sympathy.