Scores of mangoes lie on the ground
some are half eaten, others in full.
I am obliged to the profit sharing.
It is 40: 60.
I am the landlord. I am entitled to less.
Strange it is.
Share of 60% goes to the rodents
while the remaining is my gardener’s.
I acknowledge without a remark.
Else, I would not receive even that.
The squirrels feed on the best
the desirable fruits are for my gardener
I am given the small sized mangoes
the least rated.
Offering is a blessing.
I am a philanthropist.
Unknown, unhonoured and unnoticed.