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Theme: Loyal

Loyalty
by Prosenjit Chatterji
His words never match
With his deadly deed,
For burden that I carry,
Like a listener I do heed.
 
You may call me a slave,
As his words still matter,
But in a secret conclave,
I am not bound to flatter.
 
You tell me to grudge,
You think I am underpaid,
But I would never budge,
Like a faithful old maid.

02-Jun-2020

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