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  Demands galore
And I struggle hard to meet them
Cope up, come what may.
They never cease.
This after that and
That after this.
And it's always their demands,
Never mine
And I keep on trying to meet them all.
So much so, I start anticipating
And contemplating actions,
Devising ways to balance,
It becomes tiring, exhausting
As I devote all my energy
Ruthlessly and continuously.
Somewhere the idea takes root
I am a slave
Bonded labor-
The bond becoming tighter and tighter everyday
Cribbing starts,
Imagination flourishes
But demands do not cease.
Eventually the peak is reached
And I explode under pressure
Uncontrollably, desperately
Declaring that no demands will be met anymore
A look at their faces and I am stunned
The hurt, the surprise, the question
Frightened and bewildered streaks
Streaming through their eyes.
A framework is already taking shape
Laden with guilt
And woven with future actions
How to appease them now
And bring them back to the earlier state
Realization strikes like lightening,
I am not their slave at all.
I am a slave of my own mind !
April 07 ,2002
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