A Sonnet To My Employer-2 - Poem by Ramesh Iyengar
What balmy things, events to a person bid,
when he is free, and bound by no accord?
Job have I none, yet enthusiasm four-fold.
I read, I write and in sweet leisure be amused.
I muse, I drowse and clock-hours unused.
Epicurean foods, exotic fruits, all for a dinner meal.
One’s home is but Paradise on earth,
if it be well-placed and given with mirth.
To my business at present, shall I speak.
If thee get my passport from Arab mandarin,
do anon get done what has to be done.
Nay, one more to be done, just one.
Do I need a credential accrediting my service.
Pray post it to my home as I wish
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