The Sales Executive Of Tension Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

When I was about to lit the oil lamp at dusk,
I found someone roaming around my courtyard;
I asked it politely: "Hello, who are you? "

"My name is tension"

"What are you doing here? "

Opening its bag, it replied:
"I came here to promote my new products"
See, this is necessary tension, this is unnecessary tension,
This is morning tension, this is evening tension,
This is reasonable tension, and if you take one,
You will get an unreasonable tension free"

"Hello, all the sale people will have returned home by now"

"Madam, I have no time schedule,
At any time I am at your service,
My products are in demand for susceptible people like you "

"No dear, not for now, I have plenty of stock in my fridge;

"Madam, at least take one for the night
to disturb your peaceful sleep.
I can offer you one in instalments"

"Instalments? What do you mean by that? "

Displaying a rare product, Tension explained:
"Madam, when you pin this in your mind now,
You will get up to the nightmares in instalments
I mean every half an hour you get up and sleep"

I folded my hands and humbly requested:
"Please leave me alone, and go to my neighbour friend,
Whether it is Tension or Friction,
He will convert it into Inspiration for his new poetry "

Tension reluctantly packed his products,
Kept the bag on its back,
And proceeded to the neighbouring house.

With complete relaxation, I told myself:
"Oh my god, what a heavenly relief
when my tension was transferred to someone's head!