His Father Had Not Been An Officer, But Calls He Himself Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

His father had not been an officer,
But he is sitting as an officer on chair,
Refusing to sit on ground,
But he is the same man
Who used to sit and read on a mat
In the countryside homes
And used to sleep on a rope-and-bamboo-cot.

Now calls he himself an officer,
His father had not been,
But he is an officer,
But his officials fail to recognize
The father of the officer,
To whom goes it the credit of making him
An officer.

Had he not educated, could he have been an officer,
He now thinks it not,
Had he not educated him, you say it,
Could he have been an officer,
Which he prides by
And his orderlies too would not have
Called him sir
As an address to him.

The main officer is the father
Who has made him,
But his wife knows it not
And struts and walks on tiptoe
By calling herself
The officer’s officer
And this is not the all,
The officer’s orderlies too know it not
Who is it,
Who has made him?

Many like to sit on chair,
Many ignore it
By calling it
Prone to human weakness and lust for power,
The dirt of the mind,
Many do mean politics as for to acquire it somehow
To show power
And pride over.