Karma

Karma is my power
Find peace in mind by working
There is the relief even if destitute
There is no abode for the indolent.

Hold the oar with strong hands
With a strong hand lead the plough,
Whatever is near or the back
Sing the song of survival.

Be small, be insignificant
Work eagerly and eat day-to-day,
There is happiness in struggle
There is no shame in that.

(Dedicated to those marginal population.)