This face of pompous, arrogant authority!
You envy him the comfort
Of cold air wafting from the machine.
Of the revolving chair, cushioned
For the sluggish comfort
For the sullen stamp
That with a bang approves or don’t.
The sheaf of papers that your extend
With humility and hope
Flicker in anticipation
Awaiting from his twisted lips
A word of kindness, a smile gentle.
With a flick of his pen
A scrawl across the paper
With a swish of his hand
With a shake of his head
With a glance of his eyes
He could decide my fate –
How whimsical is my life!
In times like this I realize -
God resides in every man!
*********** Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 13.05.2010
I know this, I know this, I’ve gone through this, and I hate it all like hell.
ReplyDelete“In times like this I realize –
God resides in every man!”
Is it the divine presence that keeps one’s patience in check? To help one go through the humiliation?
“The sheaf of papers that your extend
With humility and hope”
Dear Arun,
ReplyDeleteThat was a tongue-in-cheek cynical comment. Look at God/Satan. Isn't He the greatest bureaucrat of them all? That you saw the good side of it shows the goodness in you! :)
This pretty much tells it like it is...Must we ask ourselves who is our authority or?
ReplyDeletehow true! how very true! all you want then is a nod. its scary!
ReplyDelete@SUmi: Yes, it is horrible. I have had to be at the receiving end several times these days. All of them had the same expression!
ReplyDeletelovely!
ReplyDeletebeautifully written, Balan!
ReplyDeleteYes God exist in every man- an angry, a jealous, a scheming and what not
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