A Nightingale! Poem by Ramesh T A

My duty or debt was to lie doing service only forever;
I could not ask anything, think and worry about future;
Food, money, personal work I should not think about;
With the available food, clothing and shelter I do work!
That was my life I had to live as one among a big family;
Only the pet ones or loved ones did whatever they liked;
That partiality hurt me much and made my heart hard
And that made me a machine meant for work only ever!
By my hard and long work only I can please my elders;
No sentiments were allowed and passed on to me by all;
Days, weeks, months and many years went on so and
Many hardliners also passed away leaving all in grief..!
When my time came, I had to continue works to save all;
That made me a poet to sing as nightingale forever in life!