Stapler Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

The stapler is lying idle, there is no pin.
Pins are dreadful; do not pin up the papers --
what is the point in injuring them?
Already there is a lot of blood on the street;
they are doing it with flags in hand.
Symbol is more than life for some --
has been so for millennia,
they are following the trend of flow.
Leave the stapler as it is, let it rest,
even it does not like the pins.

Papers are flying just like birds,
give them freedom, set knowledge free.
Neither pin up nor pin down,
I tell you boy:
ground is much better than the crown.