Mock Epic: The Tragedy Of The Lost File Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Ledger, witness of mortal despair,
Of one brave File, swallowed by the maw of Bureaucracy,
Once noble, crisp, and filled with proof of deeds,
Now vanished in corridors of endless forms.
Behold the Hero, Citizen armed with papers,
Who marched through offices, stamps clutched in hand,
Seeking the File, his loyal companion,
Lost amid mountains of unchecked boxes,
Shredded memos, and piles of ancient scrolls.
The Clerks, indifferent as gods on high,
Shuffled him from Window to Window,
Each pointing further into the labyrinth,
Each muttering riddles of policies arcane:
"Perhaps it is here… or there… or filed under X? "
Hope flickered, dim as candle in stormy hall.
The File wandered unseen, a ghost of order,
Fleeing into dusty shelves, under chairs,
Hiding beneath forms marked "urgent, "
Escaping mortal grasp with silent triumph.
The Hero searched, heart pounding, sanity tested,
While bureaucracy laughed in quiet, fluorescent hums.
At last, he faced the Oracle of Records,
Who spoke: "It may be lost forever. Accept this fate."
Grief thundered in his chest, inked tears on empty forms,
For no signature, stamp, or plea could retrieve
What the labyrinth claimed as its own.
Thus ends the epic of the Lost File,
A tragedy sung in the halls of government,
Where mortal heroes battle endlessly,
And even the bravest documents may vanish,
Swept into oblivion by the mighty hand
Of Bureaucracy eternal, absurd, and relentless.