The Chair Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I do not like to sit on chair as know I it that the chair is not own
On which want I to sit on,
The chair is nothing but one which has been made by the carpenter
After being felled and cut by the woodcutter
And if it is made of either wood or steel,
There is nothing to pride over,
As so many have got it.

I myself do not like to sit on chair as know I it the chair is not own,
The chair I am sitting is of some other,
The man whom had to sit sat he not,
Nor was he allowed to sit on
As he could not avail of the opportunity
Nor it did come to them.

There are so many qualified enough, but they get not a place
As for their bad luck,
As they fail to be opportunate enough
And those who had to sit on sat they not
And those who have not to sit they
Calling it their chairs.

And if this be, the Almighty grants it and sit I on chair someday,
I would not like to sit
On that as know I that this is not mine,
As it belongs to someone other else,
Maybe it that he did not turn up
And so in the unavailabity of, sat I on the chair.

And what will it happen, if change I my chair
Instead of taking for the olden chair,
Someone sat he before,
Someone will after me
And I shall sit before him on some other chair
Seeking his permission
As after my superannuation
My chair will not remain my chair
Which I used to on.

And if change I it, shall change I the chair opting for the other,
What difference will it be there,
As the chair becomes old
In course of time,
The chair gets replaced too in the end.