society has
always stairs for
the hall
houses have it too
grades, degrees,
segregating one class
from another
like water which
always seeks its own
level
i have nails
to make my own stairs
of my own house
because i understand all
these matters
i build a chair for my
butt
step on my shoes
carry my own bag
and proceed to my
journey alone
chairs i leave
shoes i soon throw away
and finally
this body which too segregates
me from you...
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