*bureaucrat Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

On my own wanderings
In self talk
I did not look deeper
Nor did I superficial
Something I intended to create
Wilth that majestic sound
I shall confront
Of smaller being’s God
Keeps a track lest not astray
Out of a heap of papers
Looking for words
From the ink flows
Destinies like from sky
Attitudes are mere incidents
To smoothen the edges
Unless you put yourself
In the shoes the callousness
Shall not be your character
For sons and daughters
Wives in sociable demeanors
Hard living sans the humane
Upright
Indispensible
With gloomy rectitude
A bureaucrat sits
In the back seat
Faceless but he pulls
Strings from behind
As his word is law
5/3/2009