Toil of the day

The morning glory scattered today, all over my world

Is fresh and lively and it is deserved

By me who had toiled all the night

For my family I was out of sight

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Clear dues to milk and sugarcane farmers

Earning revenues

In altogether different venues

I have come back to my own world

I had left it for the netherworld

Where I heard money could be plucked

I don’t want to talk much it surely was a bad luck

I drained whatever I could call mine

So that the dollar would shine 

At once for a huge cash-back

Not realizing that it would set me out of track 

Quality mushrooms I now sow

It all began with a simple vow

It grows not from the dark toil but, from the toil of the day 

I suggest you to think for it, not to go and work abroad for sway