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The Sole Proprietor

At times, we may think people do not care about us, but truly all our actions are being watched and scaled by people in our societies. I hope you would find this interesting.
Looking at how they stared,
He thought nobody cared,
With his luggage strapped to his back so tight,
He moves so fast, to be out of sight,
He walks north, south, east, and west,
Working throughout to Sunday without rest,
A sole proprietor indeed,
Who would want to partner him, said she.

But from the corner of the street,
They write his life in acts and scenes,
Displaying it on large and clear screens,
To give the market women a story to take home,
Sharing with daughters, as they dine from the family bowl,
A sole proprietor indeed,
Who would want to partner him, said she.

Though he closes his ears to what they say,
It becomes the pillow on which he lay,
With the voices rumbling in his ears,
His sleep becomes full of nightmares,
A sole proprietor indeed,
Who would want to partner him, said she.
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Published: 10/16/2013
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