Pramila Khadun writes

Push a little harder

When I look at the fields and the fawns,

The vibrant and engaging voices

Of the labourers working under the sun

And the golden crops swaying in the breeze,

I think of nature

Which must have said to man,

Push it a little harder.

When the child is sulking in silence

Seeking for neither fortune nor favor,

And caressing her pristine plumage

With a sense of self-pity and lack of love,

God says to the mother,

Take care of the child,

All she needs is love,

Push it a little harder

When the power of creation

Strikes the scientist`s mind

And his indefatigable quest for innovation,

While his wife knits a long-sleeve sweater,

A voice gently says to him,

Push it a little harder.

When the lover is lost

In the fabulous glory of his love,

Grown mellow with age,

He compares the contemporaneity

With the antiquity of the art of love making.

He arouses another vein of creativity

While his ladylove softly whispers

With a deep moan in her voice,

Push it a little harder.

The Laboratory -- John Collier