Gratitude – Ramlal Agarwal, Jalna

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Handwritten word Gratitude appearing behind ripped brown paper.

He Sat in a high chair
I stood piteously begging a favour
He frowned but
Gave me a job

Suffused with gratitude
I visit him morning and evening
Lie prostrate before him
After all, obeisance is his due

I only remember
His acquiesce, his nod
Swelled with gratitude
Unaware of my servitude

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