Duty
Duty
A washerman owned a donkey
He owned a dog too
One to carry clothes
The other to guard his house.
A thief crept in
The dog was sound asleep.
The donkey
Overcome with pangs of loyalty
Brayed bravely
Prayed fervently
For his master’s well being…
The master got up
A stout stick in hand
“how dare you disturb my sleep
you impertinent Ass?”
It rained blows
The donkey saw stars...
And a wee streak of Wisdom
“do your Duty
and forget the fruits of It”???
no no….
First know
What is NOT your Duty…..

1 Comments:
better you made it a prose meera
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