The Slave. - Poem by Kuldeep Sarkar
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.
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