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Steadfast

Poor man, I work for the rich to earn for self; bread butter jam
The longest marathon, short life’s sojourn, car a must to run
The rat race begun; need the fat sum to repay my loan
Fast as I can; Thus work harder ten to ten. In the bargain
Become a shuttlecock, work hither to pay thither.
Money flows, from one rich to another
Via me, ‘The man on the run,’ position constant;
A privileged politburo none, nor a capitalist hangman;
My status unchanged many a look alike me, in between stand;
Exploited through and through by a handful few.
The pillar to post run, up-to-date remain, Ping-Pong entertain--
Communists, capitalists gain, profit all the same;
The tug-of-war game.
Born riffraff, it’s silly to complain
Eyes open, drive on.

03-Aug-2003

More By  :  Jayati Gupta

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