I Am Busy, I Am Busy Now/ Sir, If You Are Busy, I Too Am Busy Now/ I Am Going Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I Am Busy, I Am Busy Now/ Sir, If You Are Busy, I Too Am Busy Now/ I Am Going



Said he, I am busy, I am busy now
Though was he not busy,
Looked it so
And on hearing him, I too said to,
I am also busy
And as thus he was busy, I was busy,
Both of us were busy
But in reality none of us were

Just by the way, but he not just by the way,
Seriously said he,
I am busy, busy now,
Even though was not,
Just tried to avoid and avert me,
That idiot

Whom I had gone to see him, meet him
But said he,
I am busy,
But friend, you tell me (addressing the third person) ,
Who is not busy in this world,
Who has but time
To meet, see
But saw he not, met not with
As got the promotion recently
To be in rank,
Which I have heard it

Is he a man or an animal,
Had he been a man, would have talked
And met with,
Seen me off,
Definitely not from a good family,
Has just become in course of time
And through time-bound promotion
Or may be it through oiling

If he is busy then I too am busy, as have no time to meet,
Have come to see this time,
Will not come again,
I am not a dog
And he trying to see me through the curtain,
Getting the message sent across
But saw I raising the curtain and peeping through

But his daughter saying,
Papa is not at home
And as for marking him, said he, oh, I am here,
Had been to the bathroom
And so the little daughter could not mark it
But said I no, no, no need to worry about,
I am going
And he too said, I am busy,
I am busy now

No sooner had I not entered his house and sat down on chair
Than said he, I am busy, I am busy,
Then I too said o.k., I too am busy,
I am going
And in this world of today, who is not busy,
From the rickshaw-puller to the milkman,
Who does not have the sense of time,
Thank you, I am going, this wanted you,
Say it friend
Falling short of something to be said
But while going on the road)

(And muttering to himself,
I am busy, you are busy, they are busy,
Say, who is not busy,
I curse you
One day God too will make you get out
Though we say it not even to a stray dog all of a sudden,
Oh, he may be a class one or grade C fellow or a crooked clerk,
Even a peon too turns into an officer,
If an officer of his father, what that too me,
But his behaviour doggish)

(A small family boy
He could not ask to sit even for a cup of tea too out of coutesy
As tea is so costly,
You come to my house someday,
I shall make you drink one drum of tea) .

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