The grapevine had rare gossip to relate:
Dazzling degree, merit and medal,
The speed at which he'd won corporate weight,
How deep he'd pushed career's speed pedal,
How he'd fished in troubled waters uncaught,
Pursuit of goals was his crucial merit—
The chief of which others to dispirit,
To win key battles if or not well fought.
Which, helped him climb steep corporate ladders,
That he withdraw so that others can't rise,
Nothing grew under his scanning radars,
He cornered every accolade and prize.
Such a colossus still, one straddling tall,
He scarce could see his own tumbling fall!
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Venus is an evening star that shines for a short time before setting. It is also a morning star that rises to soon disappear in the day light. At one of my jobs there was such a star. He dazzled the skies for quite a while dimming others. But another sun (rather son of the company's promoter)obliterated him. No doubt, he was intelligent, sharp, hard working, and personally honest. But he liked to rule with iron hand and found it hard to delegate and develop those working under him. And when it came to his own career stakes, being overambitious, he tended to be ruthless.
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Sonnets | 09.09.08 |
A wonderful, insightful and perceptive poem imbued with wisdom. Oftentimes we see this kind of person in the corporate ladder and in politics.They want all the recognition and accolades. Granstanding......they thought that no one could perform the job better.They don't know that in life someone will always come better than us...
I don't know how to thank you dear poet for digging out as if from deep mines this old poem of 2008 and reading it thoroughly and commenting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully crafted and well executed write. The Poet's Notes are as beautiful as the poem. Very informative.
As I have said in one of my sonnets, creating a poem and cheselling out a figurine from a stony chunk are comparable. A poem has to be crafted after it is born in the heart, its essence captured. A piece of prose one can write in any which way he likes. Thank you