All in a Day's Work
K. Radhakumar *
'How do you do?'
'How do you do?'
We exchange greetings
And work
Sitting at different desks
Of our passport office.
It is my office,
If it is not theirs.
It is my office
Because it gives me money
At the end of a month
And this is my bread and butter.
I cannot stop it
Trying to run my life for me.
At lunchtime
We do lunch.
We use words,
Old fashioned and meaningless words
For no words pregnant with logic come out
From the depth of the soul.
The authority takes measures
To humanize the office system
But it is of little avail.
Every working day
I have a strong sense of deja vu
As I enter the room
And sit at my desk.
I am deeply affected
By the dehumanizing effects
Of the ghost of our office.
I am no different
From my desk
Covered with electronic gadgetry.
I talk official language
Like an actor
Playing his role in a historical play.
At home
I take part in another play
And think about life
After taking two shots of Scotch whiskey.
It is very simple
And has no meaning and purpose.
Good night!
I round off the day
With a deep sleep. r
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on October 30, 2016.
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