I try to please him everyday

he puts my efforts in ashtray.

He says in full day, night!

I say yes! you  are right.

He says, this husk to count

I do as it is amount.

I do all for little praise

get lost, says he, what for gaze?

slouch, I, but still try again

my "again" goes to vain.

I see myself on this 'chair'

Saturday's dream or my nightmare.