Backstage..

The guy selling tea,
With eyes of glee.
The make-up bloke,
Dressing a sturdy folk.
The reticent paper boy,
Parting daily with his toy.
The watchman at the gate,
Saluting with his full gait.
The cobbler mending the shoe,
Applying the often thick glue.
The rustic rickshaw-puller,
Whose body aches like a doer.
The worker of eight hours,
Feeding his family for sixteen.
The cleaner at the office,
The maid in the house.
A humble salute from me,
For your tireless efforts.
For making my life whole,
I thank thee from my soul.