The Masterlike Servant Poem by Obhiraj Nandi

When my leg was fractured,
I, being a good observant,
Knew that who came to serve me,
Was a masterlike servant.

Twenty four hours did he live,
And unknowingly drew a pawn,
As Mr.Fever resided in me,
'Cause he always kept the A.C. on.

Every now and then, did he eat,
And consumed twice more than me,
And used to eat the bigger fish,
How masterlike he was, can you see?

When I listed the grocery items,
He suggested me some food,
Which were his all time favorite,
And claiming that they were good.

He never did the house chores seriously,
Because he wanted the cool of the fan,
And for phone calls, he never asked,
And the phone charges profusely ran.

This man who came to treat me,
Was consuming my money to core,
And I was confined to bed,
With my foot completely sore.

But even a coin has two sides,
And I have seen the tail of him,
The head is seen in this incident,
Where he saved me in the interim.

I had a life threatening fever,
And I underwent convulsion,
And he saved my life such
That diverted my revulsion.

He saved my life that I
Has to apologize him much,
And I grieved heavily enough,
When I had to part my crutch.

And so had he to part,
And I, being a good observant,
Thought he was not that bad at all,
My good friend, master like servant.