PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Foes are better than friends...
until we remain sandals or shoes
men around us are quite happy.
they love to look down on the things downtrodden
by the able or merely lucky feet.
when we turn turbans, caps or hats
they think we have gone too high up
on the heads of their own and many others.
they go green to look us up above their height.
they love to preach at the drooping figures
and readily vie with the upright heads.
they bow before the colossal statures
with grumbling ego or nonchalant gestures.
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