Man of honour
I work hard to earn my living,
Concept of shortcuts are unknown to me.
Life is hard since the time I am seeing,
Yet Sir, I don’t beg or plea.
I eat my bread same as you,
But with soup or some boiled veggies.
Yes, the dishes on my table are few,
How are those cakes?, I plucked those cherries.
I get up early every single day,
So I don’t get late while doing my chores.
You have servants whom you pay, but
Your late arrival angers that boss of yours.
My income may be less than your day’s expense,
But I sleep with a peaceful smile.
For my happiness is pure and immense,
Because honour makes my soil fertile.
I am not saying you deserve less,
Nor am I asking for some sympathy or fame.
Life is difficult and can be a mess, just
Search for honour, I am just a name.