Change of work is rest, they say,
Work you do, till you breathe last,
Work you do, leaving the rest.
Do thy work, leaving fruits to God.
How childish are we to work for fruit?
What, we forget the fruit follows work?
It is shadow following work ever,
Work, not expecting fruit,
Fruit, the cause of worldly greed,
Leave it says Gita, to the cause work,
Yields fruit when work done,
Without motive, nor expectations high,
Men work for fruits not minding
Work is the mine, of all its fruits.
None stops the fruit after work,
Paid thou art wages when labored,
Work is binding, work liberation,
Work without hurdle for liberation,
Attach not for fruits, but to work,
For tree bears fruit when planted.
Plant good tree to reap good fruits,
Reap bad fruits when bad plant you have.
Why cry while planting the bad one,
Cry for bad fruits tasting it bitter?
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