The Last Wage Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The Last Wage



In the big mansion the little child laboured day and night,
He had no respite,
His master used to torture him ruthlessly
And the child was compelled to tolerate it silently.
That day the silence was broken,
As the child protested vehemently losing his long patience,
He had already taken all the previous wages,
But he had to get his final wage,
Which he received when the cruel master being furious at his voice shot him mercilessly,
And the child became silent forever instantly.

Thursday, February 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 14 December 2019

Final wage! ! Sage, Age; Silence was broken. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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