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I made my madam cry,
Over a big mistake I did.
She made me understand so many times,
But I turned a deaf ear to her advise.
She spent a restless night,
Because the mistake was disturbing her.
When she reached the office at 9: 00 am,
She called me into her room and gave a good scolding.
She was very disappointed because of me,
She hollered at me and confirmed how I did this mistake.
I told her I have done this thing this way,
But she rebuked me because I did not take her permission.
She asked me not to do anything without her permission,
She was boiling with fury and started finding out a solution,
But Nothing could be done except realizing over the mistake,
She warned all the staff to be careful about the work properly.
18-04-2008
Pushkar Bisht
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