An IDIOT Mouse in An IDIOT World

I shall be telling this with a cry

Of seeing angriness glued to the glimmering in each eyes

Somewhere years hither and hence

Estimating my financial growth in the Kingdom

I chose to tell the lie & truth on my work place

I have filled in my last letter to boss
I've phone 'till my line caught fire

And I turned my wheel of memory

To the past risks of Ethic policy,

I remember every body Sighed,

Yearning for quill pens and papers
when the customer is in front
and computers had never been thought of
whereas now they rule alone.

Only a host of broken promises
That haunted then in-trays then
Took note, as they lay, of the last chance
To arrange the affairs of customers

'Is there anybody there?' said the customer
banging on the office front door

But no-one there descended to the customer
No head to raise from the keyboard,
Took heed of the phone, or the door knock
By computers all were fazed.

And a phone started up in the office
above the client's head
And he knock upon the door again, a second time
'Is there anybody there?' he said.

The poor client looking at the moving time, morning to the noon

Reading the big letters written in banner,

Integrity and ethical tone of employees

Staring & Mocking at the empty chairs

And thinking of the office timing

The poor client sensed impotence of work place
though his heart sank in unhappy,
And wandered, down the empty hall and disappeared

Like an idiot mouse in an idiot world,

I also chuckled with an idiot look

Stared at the idiot computer

Thinking of the banners of Integrity & Ethical tone

Yearned again for quill pen and paper

AZAD