Sonnet – Prior Notice Poem by Ramesh Iyengar

As May flowers that bloom in full
Much to the praise of sight of all
Yet, fadeth they, uncoloured turn up
To finally lose charm, droop and drop.
So doth our labours, duties, everything
That they at last meet but nothing.
Me, here hired to teach and tutor
For grades of nine, ten and eight
Did the job assigned in all might
Pouring in stored learning and wit
Yet, the year ends, beckon other offices
Study, toil, research, of greener pastures
Thus, by contract end, my work too tall
Bid bye to staff, to top superior et al.,