THE GITA INSPIRED SONNET ON SELFLESS WORK
Work aptly, quietly, with steady hand,
And let your efforts bloom without a sound,
No craving praise, no fruits within command,
Just purpose pure, on hallowed, fertile ground.
Seek not the harvest for the toil you spend,
Nor count the hours, nor anticipate the gain,
But let the act itself be joy and end,
A silent offering, easing inner pain.
For in this selfless giving, you will find
A freedom that no accolades bestow,
A peace that settles gently in your mind,
A letting go, where tranquil waters flow.
So work in quiet, find your own release,
And inner calm will bring a lasting peace.
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