When the sun ascends in the horizon !
When working on cement and bricks,
When they mix and match that mixture,
The People who are doing construction work,
By planning financing, designing, constructing and maintaining it,
Between owners and laborers!
They have certain goals in their mind,
In which direction...... where....when?,
When the accuracy of each measurements is checked,
There is some fulfilment in its depths,
As long as the light sunshine turns golden,
The soft touch of the light wind travels from the cold to the hardness of the sweat...,
There...that laborious completion is a home!,

Or any other building,
When they have to carry bricks,
When they have to move Sand,
When they have to make a mixture of a cement and sand,
On the shoulders of those who carry it,
A beautiful house', though magically in their minds,
When it becomes a dream come true',lt has an divine beauty,
When it comes to a field of activity,
It has a fullness of accuracy,
When all these are included,
It is more than just a job,
In Its rigidity.....in its simplicity,
A house is being built !

A dream of a builder is not complete there,
They are conscious and aware of good and bad effects of the people living there,
Their future and the present,
Every step he takes for that is to take care of the well being of the occupant,
Thus his goal and the resident's dream come true,
When put one brick on top of another along with cement,
It can be a word of consolation between dreadful...