A sonnet to my employer-4

A sonnet to my employer –4

(To demand the due of perquisites)

To thee most benevolent self,
my request as below whereof.
The services I owe thee ended,
in term and clause as agreed.
It dried, faded, goeth no further,
much as a spring flower that wither.
Likewise depart I from my school,
not without sorrow, pale and scowl.
But, do I beseech and entreat,
a single favour not so great.
That if there are dues be any,
I know well not so many.
Do pay me thru’ demand draft,
mail it to my home in swift.

- Ramesh Iyengar