Fortune has no qualification.
The ass is born to labour.
What credit has he?
The fox is born to deceive.
Who accommodates him?
The cat or a dog is a pet.
He gets all comfort.
Fortune does not commensurate
With the service one renders.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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