Great are his ways and means
as is evident from his style,
habitual is he, of the charity
but, always, doesn't bear a smile.
Your loyalty he acknowledges
hides incredibly but fears sterile,
has shown me the right path
I follow it without any hit or trial.
Long spell of twenty four years
we had to walk to reach this stile,
One wishes to destroy my master
my lord! whose own state is fragile.
Enemy engaged in conspiracies
But I and you can turn them futile.
---- ---- ---- ---- ---- Manoj Mehta
Sunday, 17 April 2016
My Master!!
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