SERVANT

With much toil have I done the sapless log.

But this toil brings health, and health is happiness.

Happiness is what is needed, a way to get rid of stress.

Here comes whom I know- came he here unseen by me.

I pray to God, stranger, tell the house that

would have filled with Inches.

Introduces, friends and travellers have glib tongues,

silences will question there.

To-day is not the day, that there (I) came here

but my business of leisure is well guessed.

He is not seen, to which i came here.

I smell the matter, that would serve the house.

Havimg been rendered what I wanted to say,

my work or service has rewarded.

This what I continue to do to live,

as it make some good to see or get satisfied.

There might be some default in me, to which

some resort to, but if it continues I may

lead to in some worse

So, as to live, I continue to do.

To which I should cater to me and my family.

POEM BY:            K. Sagar Singh

II B.Com ' B '