Servants? Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Servants we all are,
One serves another,
In this ephemeral planet of ours,
Each night and each daylight hours.

A cycle of service,
We all follow that is nice,
For all and sundry,
Regardless of age, some discriminate shamelessly.

Service does work as a wheel,
That through success we can feel,
Not a single work is trifling,
This all the hearts should concertedly sing.

The ones whom we label,
As servants can only tell,
How derogatory the word has been,
Made by ‘us' the so-called gentlemen.

Since we all serve one another,
Servants we all are,
Even the Prime Minister is no exception,
As she does serve the nation.