Sunny Mittal


I Have Started To Hate This Word 'Favor'


as it makes me feel like i have taken a debt,
which i may be asked to pay any day in any proportion,
and the thought of it puts a burden on me,
and i hate this word even more, when someone,
repeatedly tells me he has done me a 'favor',
because then the burden is even double on me,
and that's why i think i have always hesitated,
asking help from those whom i cannot pay,
because than again it is a favor to me,
and so i request you all to do not me any favor,
charge me fair amount for all your services,
gladly i will pay each cent to thee,
but for god sake save me from burdens of favors,
these mountains are too heavy for a soul like me.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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