The Division Of Labor

If everyone sits in a palanquin, Wonder, who'll carry it? If every one sleeps in a train, To move, who'll drive it? The Bees have their own Workers, drone and queen. The Ants too have a colony Likewise live as one family. This division of labor Does exist every where. All the work they share With every mutual care. A worm too under the soil Has to dig deep in its toil To make its search fast, For its needy breakfast. Who should do what? The nature does dictate To suit the individual He be a boss or a menial. Material nature consists Of three modes, goodness, Passion and Ignorance, For a soul conditioned. Out of the food one eats, One of these modes shapes One’s nature to be a worker, Or a sage, or a powerful ruler. Each one has to play his part For the social upkeep in tact, To promote a nation's welfare, Or to keep away from warfare. To keep a vehicle running, Wheels, break and steering, Are they not functioning, As one unit, while moving?