by Pijush Kanti Deb
I feel lucky enough to be posted here
with a mission to accomplish
along with other
by my Boss- a great soul,
in the name of whom
swearing proves its honesty.
Blissful I am to work for him,
hopeful for due remuneration
and watchful for a post-man
bringing my earned money
sent by my great Boss.
On the wheels of time
days, months, and years-
the running vehicles,
carrying the post-man,
stop near my hut
but no post-man is available
to knock my closed door
and no kind hand is extended
to fill my emptiness up.
Report blames the mighty and the shrewd-
claiming the money by force,
pillaging the post-man mercilessly,
creating the problem of haves and have-nots
and compelling the almighty Boss
to think about adopting
an alternative distribution
of favors divine.
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