I enter the office with lot of hope
Increments are due for the New Year ahead
Promotions for a gifted few
Lot of buzz from nook and corner
Day is gone with the hard core routine
Boss is busy making and breaking
Corrections to some and packages to some
Me waiting for the call to come
Cool in the cabin come my letter
Shattered and blotted
Come out to comprehend and
Apprehend the reality
I turn to the preceptor residing inside
Fan out the feelings, which itch my mind
Mind-boggling queries
Crystal clear and deep drawn
Comes the voice with a cutting edge
Promotion for what? -for jealousy? For greed?
In the office of the world
What is your performance?
Benevolence, patience, pity
Humility, humanity, human service
Show the record for
The Super Boss is asking!
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