The Chieftain Poem by Ratnakar Mandlik

Neither a soldier or a sailor,
Nor either an airman or a God man
To no outfit of an army he belongs,
Yet to be called chieftain he longs
Neither he is wealthy nor a begger
His command is full of poor hawkers.

Misled you should not be by his barking,
On his charge, while the day is breaking.
Torrents of harsh words as also abuses
Flowing from him may tempt you to guess
Of his nature as cruel and a sadist.
Oh no, he is a noble hearted methodist.

Embodiment of Karma Yogi appears
Performing duties with state of the art.
And the barking a part of his tradecraf,
For leading a contingent of hawkers,
Who fetch you morning news papers
For a pittance for ages and ages..

He reminds me of 'Miller of the Dee'
Always doing hard work, that too with glee,
Herding his naughty hawkers sternly
Even while abusing them, he is jolly.
Though a treasure he is of common sense,
He is not learned in the worldly sense.

Master craftsman of inter actions
A luminery knowing all transaction
Of human mind, he is capable to employ
Them for generating untainted joy.
A lot of money he may not posses,
His simplicity rules over the riches.
Poet: Ratnakar D. Mandlik.