Master’s Slave Or Slave’s Master

A piece of Paper;

Our whole life revolves around it.

Signature moments as we call;

Are so few on record.

 

Hatred and Stress,

Pain and Agony;

Finding its due place in this piece of paper.

Erasing joy and happiness forever.

 

Insecurity creeps in; with the possession of the

papers,

Poverty follows man as soon as he abandons it.

Middle path is hard to find;

Since contentment is so rare.

 

A piece of paper,

Acts as Almighty God.

Leaving us human beings

As mere puppets in its hands.

 

Student: Vidya Nair