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Advice From A Senior Executive After Parveen Shakir The Senior Executive where I work Called me rather unusually to his office one day Frowning uneasily he asked after a couple of files - And my non-civil pastimes Then shed light upon the standing of a poet in society The gist of what he said Was that a poet has the same role in a nation As an appendix in our bodies Absolutely Useless but able at times to cause great pain
So there is only one way of getting rid of it – Surgery! A feint smile played upon his lips, as he imagined he had rid himself Of the appendix of my personality Then said 'An ideal consultant Has no face First lips disappear Then eyes Followed ears Until finally poets lose their heads Without loss of lips, eyes, ears and brains Nobody can become, a Federal Secretary!' To further enhance his argument he referred to couple of barmy diplomats But I think he must've read my mind or facial expressions That this fool is content merely to remain a Local poet Disheartened he permitted me To take my leave for the day And I the fool returned to my office Having found inspiration for a new poem Well aware of a possible entry in red ink In my A.C.R.* * Annual Confidential Report. CommentsComments are closed.
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