The Chair

I do not like to sit on chair as know I it that the chair is not own On which want I to sit on, The chair is nothing but one which has been made by the carpenter After being felled and cut by the woodcutter And if it is made of either wood or steel, There is nothing to pride over, As so many have got it. I myself do not like to sit on chair as know I it the chair is not own, The chair I am sitting is of some other, The man whom had to sit sat he not, Nor was he allowed to sit on As he could not avail of the opportunity Nor it did come to them. There are so many qualified enough, but they get not a place As for their bad luck, As they fail to be opportunate enough And those who had to sit on sat they not And those who have not to sit they Calling it their chairs. And if this be, the Almighty grants it and sit I on chair someday, I would not like to sit On that as know I that this is not mine, As it belongs to someone other else, Maybe it that he did not turn up And so in the unavailabity of, sat I on the chair. And what will it happen, if change I my chair Instead of taking for the olden chair, Someone sat he before, Someone will after me And I shall sit before him on some other chair Seeking his permission As after my superannuation My chair will not remain my chair Which I used to on. And if change I it, shall change I the chair opting for the other, What difference will it be there, As the chair becomes old In course of time, The chair gets replaced too in the end.