Am I A Mannequin? Poem by Sambidhan Acharya

When, I was young but, useless,
I use to look at those mannequins in the market,
Standing still and posing the clothes that its masters make it wear,
Then, I would see myself,
And see that I even haven't learned to stand in my legs,
So, I am wearing the clothes that I am bought to wear,
Then, I would look mannequin and me
And gaze both wondering who is who?

I am a chairman today, in a big company,
Again I go to the shop,
I could see those mannequins in different place,
It changes its position as per masters will,
Family, friends and my other relatives are using my power,
I am being commanded by them,
Today again I find I am the same,
And stare at mannequin and me and think who is who?