I Remember That Farewell Night - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Placed on a plastic plate my farewell cake
Slid by, my colleagues waiting, soon to leave,
Polite li'le words vouched, more for goodness' sake,
I still remember that eventless eve
When eased I was unto my life's late eve
Called retirement, an edge of precipice,
A web of old memories to re-live,
Between being bagful and bare with blight,
Warm words when felt like frosted cubes of ice.
When cake tasted bitter with sweet icing,
Cold drinks warmed by hype and hypocrisy,
A pomp-enwrapped packet when lay waiting,
The eve to end— packed as to look pricey,
A toothless tiger was waiting to fade,
After thankless long weeks of cajoling
To try win over an unwilling head,
And countless calls O aimed at arm-twisting.
When virtues were extolled alien to ears:
That, I would be missed for long time that comes—
By all, colleagues and peers and superiors—
Ho-hum that failed to add up to the sums.
My value was when mouthed— ah not a pause,
I cut at last the cake amidst applause;
Yea, I remember well my farewell plight,
When I slipped into my life's looming night—
An edge of precipice called retirement,
When overnight I felt like force nigh spent!
To be fair to the company I worked for, my farewell function was nowhere dull as this piece might suggest. But the truth is: I do not like farewells, soaked as they are in hypocrisy. I tried to avoid this one as much as I had many before, but failed. And a routine had to be gone through!
Tongue-in-cheek | 02.02.13 |
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