Chair

a poem by Rajdeep Gupta

I was bought for a paltry amount of sixty,
By Tommy and Basu.
I was treated as a son of the computer,
All day long I used to sleep, night started my adventure.
Mithun took me well, Arindam sat hardly on me.
Rajdeep was tapping me well.
Then one day I had an accident, Alam’s dad sat and I cracked.
The damage was severe, I had lost one leg.
But they were cruel, they treated me now double.
Lo! I can now hardly wait for my death,
I heard Rajdeep talking of my rival.
But I pity that it will be treated like me,
Till and unless they buy a stool.
I am weeping, oh can’t you guys feel it.
I am a chair, lo! What you have done to me.