A donkey with stacks on its back <br />Takes what joy in his traipse on roads flinty <br />Be they sand bags or sandal planks <br />Earns those same hayricks, as ultimate fees <br /> <br />For a menial, crushing clods <br />What Sunshine in life, his moil can dawn <br />In paddy fields or for precious lodes <br />Rakes the same rewards of few steel coins <br /> <br />Mind you! The meaning of these alms <br />Tossed by mean masters at their thralls’ grovel <br />“Alive they come for one more Diem <br />To fill rosters at the chime of the bell” <br /> <br />With ample breath to toil and shrivel <br />But not enough to question and rebel<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-l-m-s/
