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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