THE WEARER KNOWS WHERE
THE SHOE PINCHES
(A
short narrative poem on the despondent pharma employee's work life)
In
search of a job
He
turned the door knob
During
the interview
They
liked his view
Selected
to work
He
joined as a young Turk
Contributions
he made
His
outputs did not fade
All
new concepts
With
daring he accepts
And
executes with aplomb
To
the liking of all along
Alas,
his work did not protect his role
Diluted
now, his role has taken the toll
Others
get more pay and benefits
They
ride on my work and are less fit
Such
a fate does never happen to a contributor
Yet
it is my fate, to bear this, for I am a family ‘pater’!
I
pray to the Almighty
To
give deliverance from this - blithely
For
justice done to me shall favour the master
Quality
work is central to the matter
The
wearer has a pinching shoe with no hope
Only
the Lord above has to give strength to cope
-
Sunil S Chiplunkar (6.7.18)
This poem is dedicated to all those who can be in the shoes of the above person, and to the many many family breadwinner employees, I know who are silently coping the goings-on in their pharma life, for the sake of their family.
