To Craftsmen

TO CRAFTSMEN

The sun, the Jupiter and the moon
Shine moments few, lose light so soon.
Your Ego's being grows much strong
By dint of Love and lasts for long.
The conscience of your Sacred Shrine
'Twixt red and black ne'er draws a line.
Distinction of red, white and blue
Is source of great disgrace for you.
In solitude with zeal pursue
Worship and thought with respect due.
The time your Self itself displays,
The world with song and music sways.
IF bondage makes you groan and smart,
Mere idol worship is your art.
If you grow conscious of your rank,
I tell in words so plain and frank
"Mankind and genii shall form your host
As chief you shall hold highest post".