Thursday, 23 June 2022

To be put in one's place

 I thought I was 

Being generous


And offered 

Some fish head 


To my daily maid

Her reply made 


Me open my eyes 

Look at myself, scrutinize


" What is to be done ? 

With the fish head and bone? 


She asked me , pretending as if 

She has been fine dining all her life 


In that she made me feel small

As what I offered were scraps after all 


She and I both knew this

I tried to put her in place 


But eventually without crossing any line 

She had managed to put me in mine.




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