Farewell Day Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

They called me a good worker
And a very good man
that they would all miss!
It was my last day at office.
I felt desolate
for the chair I warmed,
the years I lost count of,
the room that became part of me…
they at last set me free!
It all seemed so unreal,
to be cast away like this,
not wanted anymore….
But like so many before me
I was destined to come ashore.
A yawning emptiness terrified me
of the resting time that lay ahead!
Disembarked from what seemed an unending ride,
I moved away from the cheers bleary-eyed!