Transfer Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

I received the order today.
I have been transferred.

Not that I am unhappy—
it's just routine for me.

You know what?
Every transfer brings memories back.
The second one particularly vivid,
the first move after settling in a bit.

Part of life—
that's how I see it.
Though it is a hassle,
you know.

A transfer—
not too far, yet
a change
in surroundings, in air.

I'm not afraid at all.
I've grown used to it.

Note down the address,
in case you need to.