Compensation

D Deepak Kumar Pattanayak
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Compensation - - - - - - - - - - - He lies like a cucumber In a orchard Away at early morn Like a fortune hunter Seeks modest fare No idle and vain life Nor one of useless Toil and strife Active and industrious But not clever like another, who Is not unconvincing Rather more of a talker One day he scarcely knew That his master visited there On seeing the person He started praising master's person Flattering him and his looks Forgetting his work and mission The not-so witty and not-so clever Said nothing but gathered All the fruits and all the flowers That he produced Through his silent labour And placed them In the hands of his master It is not the talker Who produces the most It is the-he cool and quiet Who brings the greatest Amount of blessing Although he asks nothing He receives everything Whether we care for the fruit or not It will come to us when we deserve it…..

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