Among Servants

I was led beside the table,
To be contemplated;
I was in great calm,
My combination of food
Persisted in excellence.
I came from the queerest
Of dormitories,
Being hungry was my mission,
As the servants disguised themselves
From my wary eyes.
Unexpected beds arose
In the morning,
The elbow rested further.
The air of the room was
Oppressive, now that I
Left it and carried on.
Life was beginning to be
Lovely.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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