The Chair
Few chairs are there.
Few got their seat
but many are standing in the queue to get a chance.
Those who got chairs became chairpersons,
they will never let others to sit even for a while.
I managed a chair
but I am not happy.
During my childhood I thought-
I will allow others, who are standing,
to sit on my chair at least for one minute
irrespective of gender, age, caste, creed, religion, race, ethnicity, land.....
I will keep on standing throughout my life with a stick-
it’s not for support but to break the legs of those (chairpersons),
who will wish to rest their legs on my chair finding it vacant.
Now I wish to become a carpenter!
All will sit first, after that all will rest their legs also.
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