A Transfer Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Is a re-plantation
A different situation,
A different mental condition

From familiar dales
To a different style,
It is an unwritten tale.

From familiar voices
To a different novice,
It is a game of dice.

Often away from home
A transfer is loathsome
Draining away the family tone

After an age
A transfer means a charge,
No extra allowance is an avantage*.

Yet, out of compulsions
Out of temptations
Man has a second consideration.

Sometimes, a promotion,
Else, a monetary profusion
And man is often lost in the affliction.

Sometimes, too resistive to implantation,
Glued forever to the same orientation
Man is lost beyond accreditation.

After all, a transfer opens new frontiers,
The taste of life can be different,
The un-trodden lanes may lead to peaks so brilliant.

New friends, new relations,
A transfer can bring in new dimensions,
After all, life is a Gypsy-like mooring.

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