WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

Man's essence found in deeds, not words alone,
Work, a manifestation of love's own tone.
Without it, life's purpose may turn sour,
Idle hands succumb to the devil's power.

Luxury's chandeliers cast a golden glow,
While poverty's darkness holds no such show.
Injustice festers under midnight's veil,
Blinding eyes to the truth's holy grail.

Dignity and originality, fruits of strife,
Born from the grind, the struggle for life.
In modern times, with electric shine,
Midnight oil's essence, a sensual shrine.