No Need To Be A Sacrifice. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Once you think that you are doing this and that
only for me, you are doing me a favor showing
mercy on me; you puff your heart with a great
pride of a great sacrifice, what will surely explode
in the empty air someday and will sever all ties.
Once you hunch to carry such a huge load
you will suffer like a poor hunchback
and you will then sit on your haunches in a hard ground
to shed all your heavy sighs down into many silent dust particles.
And if you slump down under the cotton heavy burden
you will hymn a song of a martyr so proudly fallen.
Tell you not to do anything only for me
if you never do such things for you too.