“I confess that despite what you say I am not all that good,
I don’t bring anything to the Board by way of value-addition”,
In so-called good old British style, I self-deprecate,
And so I lose the job or consultancy to make money.
Now when I become conscious, and don’t run myself down,
I get the position but perceive my own performance to be so-so,
Not great: and, are people uncomfortable that they took me on?
Not easy to self-evaluate, if one has been in public jobs for long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem