An Interview Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Two hawkers were talking.

'I am not yet married.
How can I'!
'My wife is also a hawker.
We two are struggling too hard
for our only daughter.
I want her
to get proper education'.

He was sitting
inside the train compartment
with his parents
though he was not a child!
He needed a job-
that day was his interview.
His father had no pension,
mother a housewife-
support and symbiosis.

'But I have selected someone else.
You are well and good.
Try elsewhere.
Best of luck'.
-Boss's voice.
'I am working here since 3 years.
It's not too easy to get a job here.
If he can,
I will guide him'.
His friend's assurance.

He heard everyone,
not his friend,
he was in the hall.
His parents remained silent.
For what?
Suddenly they asked about the interview...
'Nothing...Well but...'!