Leaser and Lessee
You're bound, there isn't argument, says the landlord,
Who bound me? Why? Entwined with what logistic cord?
Your father borrowed; you must pay; this is the law,
Does law say, for father's debt, his son to whipsaw?
Thus went the argument; both did not relent; fought,
Each over the other, by tricks learned, wounds brought;
Though both died, explicitly, for mundane mammon,
Haven't both got, in them, common cause conception?
Who's got more reason? Who's less? You and me must say,
Giving and taking are parts of life; none can nay;
Ethics, in existence-jungles, has lost its way,
Humans need to decide with wisdom, that's on sway...
(About 18 million people in India are unpaid workers or held in debt bondage, according to the government)
14 February 2022
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