“Yes sir, that’s my name
No sir, I’ve done nothing significant
For that out of turn promotion
Or for that matter a promotion in turn
Yet I confess to have sat like a toad
On that self same chair with arm rests
For two decades or so with an affliction of piles
Demure, but ever alert to your call
Marking, typing and pushing files
A very loyal government servant
For all his clerical worth
A small cog in this giant mystery machine
That creaks and moves to deliver sweet nothing”.
Sat on the same armchair for many years, with no promotion...Very well portrayed.
I think most people feel like this in their employment, just a little cog in a very large wheel - but without those cogs, the wheel would not turn. Well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The routine life makes a job go like thus. Your theme has got a freshness and the lines excel in style of rendering. A fine poem Krishnaji.