As an honest servant he earned good name
No scope for others his
services to blame;
How to impress his masters he did know;
He greets everyone with a respectful bow;
He greets everyone with a respectful bow;
Though not so strong he was too sharp
and shrewd
His speech was soft and
pleasing without being rude;
A lean figure with a sacred
mark on his brow
With everyone he talked
in a gentle voice low;
His polite manners, humble
speech and style
Gave no suspicion to realize his guiles;
His prompt service impressed his
master much
A decent job he got and
need not search;
Shankar profusely thanked
his master too
Who was too strict to take
rewards, he knew;
He gave his master’s children
a pack of sweets
Tasty tit-bits in
well-decked parcels neat;
He sang folk-songs and
fairy tales he told with wit
With curious eyes the kids around him used to sit;
A few years passed and his
master retired
A
large family he had and so he required
Some
source of means to sustain himself and his home;
He
looked for a job and many places did he roam
He found no work that suits his age
and skills
He met his friends and
pursued his efforts still;
Shankar prompted his master
to purchase
A fertile strip of land and
give him that on lease
And promised his master a
considerable gain
Sitting
at home without much toil and strain;
The master felt his servant’s advice as
right
He
put all his savings with trust and delight
Shankar made much profits from his master’s
farm
For a
few years he made his master happy and calm;
By giving true accounts of profits he got
An upright servant sent by God his master
thought;
As
time went on, Shankar’s ambition grew and grew
His master’s blind belief and trust in him
he knew;
Citing some problems by and by he reduced
the gains;
Much trust still in Shankar, his master
did retain;
Shankar visited his master’s home every
year
To show his gratitude with accounts
clear;
Expressing regrets for dwindling income
Still promising prospects in years to
come;
He regaled the kids with his gifts and sweets
He ever squatted on floor but never on a
seat;
His humble manners made all trust his
words and heart
An
honest person he was, they always thought;
Years passed as Shankar grabbed gains more and more
Burdening his master with debts galore;
Far away from his farm his master did
not know
His
servant’s cunning hypocritical show;
Unable to pursue this failing enterprise
At last, he listened to his servant’s
advice;
The rich fertile land did he sell with
grief
To stop making more debts and get
relief;
Shankar procured this farm at a
throw-away price
Looting his lord he built a mansion
nice;
He stopped his visits to his master’s door
Who lost his savings and became too poor;
The credulous master heard not others’
advice
Became a poor victim to his servant’s
lies;
Shankar became a landlord with a rich
estate
His master found himself in a fallen
state.
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27th march, 2019 Somaseshu Gutala
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27th march, 2019 Somaseshu Gutala
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