Officer (2) Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Officer (2)
Arrears Statement
The day's 'receipts' were nine, 'disposals' eight,
Three callers, two teas, four phone calls,
Two discussions, one partial loss of temper,
Two files 'misplaced', one 'We spoke',
A hard day's work is done;
My signatures have multiplied,
Not in vain, or so I hope.
Outside, the people.
What do they want, the people?
Be dumb, Oh ye people.
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