The Slave. Poem by Kuldeep Sarkar
The Slave.
Rating: ★4.3
Wait Master, I am coming
With warm salted water.
I will be there to wash your feet and do all the dances for you.
Wait Master, let me bring my chains, a chair for you to sit.
I am the servant of my ego and my habit.
Monday, July 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract,deep,life,philosophical ,philosophy,slave,thoughts
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