He ordered something, I replied I’ll,
Cause farther he travelled, few more miles,
He stands in front row, where I don’t exist,
I am so trapped, inside his fist!
Maybe I know, how to make column,
But he better knows, to turn off my volume,
Someday I knew, how to smile,
That smile is now, hooked in some file!
I see him rude, he sees me free,
Fruits on different hierarchy, of the same tree!
Sometimes I wonder, if humans are same,
Same coloured blood, separated by fame!
Tomorrow I know, I have to be him,
Brighter the wallpaper, blacker the theme!
And someone will come, saddened as I am,
To spend his sweat, for my fame!