I AM A FLAP MASTER
Get moving!
Get cracking!
Don’t sit idle?
Do some thing;
Something ye rascal!
Something means any thing –
Anything means nothing;
But keep running –
Keep doing – without knowing
Things I don’t know;
Thing ye won’t do,
I want ye busy,
I want ye perturbed;
I want ye strained –
I want ye exhausted;
For, I will be happy,
As ye dub me a great bastard,
And this is the recipe –
Of a great Hard task master,
Who cares ‘dear’?
If thy heart cries –
‘I am a flap master;
As long as –
There is general confusion;
Compounded and multiplexed –
With no clear instructions;
As long as –
People don’t know,
What they need,
And why they do,
As long as –
There is chaos and disorder –
And no one ponders,
Of my Himalayan blunder;
As long as –
Easy prey exist ,
Keep cribbing –
Do not resist;
As long as –
You keep quiet;
Whether I am wrong –
And you are right;
As long as –
No one barters,
My secure position,
‘Of a Flap Master ‘
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