Charity
by
R Murugaiyan
Come hither, people of the world.
Let us carry out tasks to make the land fertile.
Let us throw seed into the furrows
Dug by the plough as moved by the hand
Along the path trod by the bull
So that green plants may surge.
Let us extract the juice of fruit and
Consume it to heart’s rejoice.
Let us bore the earth to bring out in plenty
Gold, silver, iron and gemstone.
We will build all kinds of machine that
Whiz away with a spin and a swing
Spit fire with vigour and fury
To carry out countless tasks.
We will make a thousand elegant goods
That make the possession of eyes a true blessing.
We who produced fruit and goods
Will share and set up a new code.
Let us make it a rule
That there shall be none here
To cry and to groan in pain.
No more is any to worship or command.
No more is a fate to weaken and wear down.
Arise ye world that is aware of truth
Achieve for yourself
A path of joyful goodness.
1975
