No joy no peace
And nothing is here.
Just talk,
Talk me in my language,
Do my works in my language,
And I want nothing else,
Let me know what and how
You are doing here
On my land.
Pride not for your
Service superiority.
Just go on doing your duty
For which you are taking salary
From my money.
The quality of your works
Would be tested
By my language,
By my knowledge.
Let me check my works
Minutely in my language.
If you fail then leave the place.
Someone else would come
And do the works.
If you are not interested
To learn, to talk, to write
In my language, leave the place.
Only the language, and without it
I have no peace, no joy.
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