Do we really, sow what we reap,
Or are we, the sheep,
Who just live for others benefit,
Be it wool or its whole body,
Be it work or our whole life,
Where does the line exist,
Where favour turns into advantage,
A weird scheme of exploitation,
As we run the laps with the weights,
How can one think straight,
Maybe that was the intention,
One cannot think with such exhaustion,
But all it needs is a small needle,
To break this complex bubble,
And that is when this rat has realized,
That this rat race has no finish line,
There is nobody to cater our complain,
Does that mean is our life, really in vain,
Do we really, sow what we reap.