An evening walk in a pristine park,
and I end up being chased by a stray dog's bark.
Sprawling on ground, covered with dust,
the watchman lifts me and says, "Please, adjust!"
An elevator ride in a multiplex,
ends up an exercise in gag reflex.
Extra passengers, the liftman tries to thrust,
and whispers mockingly, "please, adjust!"
A woman walking alone, in a dark street,
gets viewed by goons as walking meat.
Eying her, salivating, blinded by lust,
they catch her hand and jeer, "Please adjust!"
A national character, a national malady.
In the name of contentment, merely a parody.
Being happy by not getting what we must,
Amazed I am, by our capacity to adjust.
-Shivam
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