You can't ever
En-cash sweat
And hard earnings
Of your forefathers-
For you need to mix
Your own sweat...
Sweat and blood into it
So as to give it original shape
Or otherwise entire reputation
Name and fame wou'd go waste
Like dirty consumed water flowing
Flowing into the sewerage as a waste!
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2020
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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