Work Is Religion Poem by Ujjal Mandal

Under the ground
a seed dreams to be a huge
tree someday;
It takes sustenance and blooms
With great tenderness.
We are like the seeds into the grave;
if we keep dreaming the bright light
with bare actions, we'll just lie
in the dark land of Pluto forever
like the dead seeds.
A tree can bloom the sweet flowers because
of it endures the warmth of the sun,
the splash of heavy rain,
the violent wind and it goes into
the hardened ground to bring the soft seed of life.