The Retired Poem by Alexander Raju

The Retired

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Who the hell cares about those
Who retire from their office?
Or who really honors those
Who turn weak in brawn and brain?
The youngsters soon make faces
As they turn back their faces,
And spit out their suppressed hate
For what they did in their power!
For many a time they pawned
Their souls to get positions,
They ignored subordinates
In their arrogance of power!
And when they retire from life,
They'd say in relief: Thank God!
At last they gave us all peace,
Let them take their rest in peace!
As they sinned ‘gainst their conscience
Their bodies for e'er remain
Un-decayed, abhorred by termites
And hated even by worms!

Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: agony
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 28 March 2017

The poem portrays the plight of a person who has retired from his position of power not very long ago. The behaviour of the younger generation is not in tune with the esteemed position enjoyed by him during his office days. Great poem. Thanks.

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