Mocking Me In The Rain
A smiling and laughing Ms Mukta mocks me in the rain.
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| Regular customer Ms Mukta madam splashes her way towards me under the protection of her umbrella | 
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| She stops to laugh at me and mock me, calling me a 'drenched rat' | 
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| She then has me kiss-respect her rain-dampened sneakers | 
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| There is no pity for me in her demeanour | 
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| And nor should there be - I'm just a slave! | 
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| As I kiss-respect her outstretched right sneaker, I can see a tiny slither of her plain grey socktop | 
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| But when she switches to her left sneaker her jean leg, frustratingly, rides down to cover her sock! | 
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| Not that Ms Mukta madam gives a damn whether I can view her socks or not! | 
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| She leaves me to get soaked, as she heads to the shelter of her nearby warm and dry apartment | 
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| She's okay. She's not getting soaked | 
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| That's because she is better than me | 
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| I bow my humble head in shame and humility behind her departing feet | 
 
 
