Dear sir,
My silence is not my allegiance
My politeness is not my weakness
It is heard that in the days of yore
Masters are humiliated the workers
For their foods and clothes.
But days are long gone by.
Liberating the slavery, we are free now.
We are all now workers.
Sir, you are an expert may be
But never be a master at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing and insightful. Nice commentary on our work culture. Thanks.
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