Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Devil's Job

When I entered his chamber
The boss was shaking with anger
Red faced burning like fire
He thundered “is it for what I hire? ”
I felt inside me a creeping terror
Worried must have done a grave error
Some serious lapse or glaring mistake
That caused him a severe heartbreak.
'see here this ‘are’ where it should be ‘is’
How the hell it escapes your notice
The way you work with closed eyes
You surely don’t deserve a payrise'.
Awhile I bore the brunt of his abuse
Not tried to hide behind an excuse
Then gathering composure and all my will
Blurted “not to err is the job of Devil! ”

Submitted: Friday, August 02, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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  • Valsa George (8/3/2013 7:05:00 AM)

    If to err is human, not to err must be devilish....! An Interesting retort and an interesting incident of your of your official life! (Report) Reply

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