Chasing

To be cursed by caste
Of labouring for money
Day in, day out
From one end, to the last

Get up each morning
Put on the uniform
Commute, arrive, repeat
Yesterday’s tasks — until dusk
And the re-run

Without effort
Who could endure this
While staying
Sane

Would anyone sane
Even succumb
To this way
Of disposing
Life

And the moment
One asks how
To break the cycle
One is caught

At once, deeper
Chasing
The very thing

The very plague
With twice as much
Effort