That mental fatigue
That tired physique,
Those restless times
Those humiliation;
Seems too tiny
Becomes meaningless,
When those smiley faces
Glow up each day.

I am not a god
Nor I want to be,
But this achievement
Feeling of being dependable;
Makes me work more
Makes me earn more,
Lead them from front
Feed them from front.

# The poem is dedicated to each and every one who steps in outer world to earn.