Saheb

If you call me a saheb, only then I am a saheb Otherwise not I am not a saheb if you call me not, Yes, Sir; Yes, Sir Going after me Yes, sir; yes, Sir, But God knows who is whose Sir, Who is whose Boss, Yes, Boss; my, Boss, Let there be a change, I your saheb, you my saheb, I your boss, you my boss. But be sure of it, for to be a saheb, You give me a chair to sit on And a table With the calling bell, a paper weight, An ash-tray, a glass with water And a waiter waiting for, Attending on me And my room lying it curtained Only then I can be your boss, None but I your boss But when taking leave of you, Handshake with me For the joke cracked with you, friend! My car car is waiting, May I drop you there? Thank you, the reply. Came in answer to that And I looking to the Almighty For the thanks received And the blessing showered upon, My audience, don; t mind What did I say to my friend, I am but a Hindustani saheb Not an English saheb, But let it be, A saheb a saheb, Why to discuss it in public?