Poem - I Have a Tendency
I have a tendency
to let people
walk all over me.
From listening to requests
“Could you make me a cup of tea?”
“Help me with the pleats of my saree?”
“Can I vent to you? I have nobody.”
“I’m running late. Could you post this to the addressee?”
To offering to help
“You relax. I’ll get you a coffee.”
“Here are your clothes. Fresh from the laundry.”
“What’s bothering you? You’re gloomy.”
“I’ve arranged for a cab. Travel safely.”
I never drew a line.
And as it turns out,
I was my worst enemy.
When I started with
“Oh it’s nothing. Doing this is no bother to me.”
“I am making a choice to do this, readily.”
And I trained them, accidentally
to feel like they’re entitled to me,
and my alacrity.
I always heard,
people are more willing to take
than they are to give.
Then why do I want to
move mountains for thee,
more than wanting to
move a feather for me?
I’d do anything for you, tirelessly.
But what makes me bitter is,
I know you would never do the same, for me.
I have a tendency.
to let people walk all over me.
in all probability,
I walk over those, who let me.