An Old Shovel

I have not neglected you, yet, dear shovel, you stood with me, How many a time we have worked together to bring home; Removing dust and dirt and ice heaps how, oh, we did glee! How much you gained, how much I, how long should I yet dear roam...! How lavishly we worked hand in hand facing all weathers, Winter and summer and monsoon and autumn, lo, stood still; You had dug deep into all and got fit to all feathers, If you will even you can splendorously dare to kill...! Tit-bits of little bits of happiness remained sometimes, I feel honored to hold you rather than a gold medal; This is because work is worship I've been saying all times, Will anyone now snatch us from each other to peddle...? Let us go ahead with full smiles with our day-to-day work, Let's find in each of our steps, a bit of fraternal smirk...!!!