Poetry, Shamik Banerjee
A service strange my Lord conferred
When I demanded all things fair:
He made a rutted path which was
Full of despair.
I thought that was a gift and went,
But day by day the pits were more
And frazzled when I chode my fate,
He patience bore.
With 'Patience' as my strength and tool,
I filled the hollows one by one,
And soon within a half-year's time,
The work was done.
The road became so even-laid
That others travelled on it too,
But when they thanked I swaggered off
For Pride I grew.
One night, a heavy rainsquall came,
The place it fully did erode,
But those men gladly helped me to
Remend the road.
For all things fair, I asked my Lord,
Despair, Success, and Pride gave He
To make me wit the fairest is
Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India.