The multitude driven to desperation--
We know them but fail to recognise,
Their labour our cities do enliven
Turning them into an exalted paradise!
Look around and feel their presence:
Walls, buildings, roads, skyscrapers:
Suffused with their scent and essence
Sheer magic of millions of hands!
Omnipresent gods with frail bodies,
Ugly goddesses sans any adornment--
Lifeblood of the society blessing lives:
To you all I pay my tribute and respect!
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