Dignity


This poem was originally written for http://dontgiveupworld.com/dignity/ 

You can read the original story that inspired this poem here : http://passionwriters.com/2011/05/mountain-berries/



On top of the mountain
Where the sun beats down
Sacrificial turns rule
And loneliness abounds



We and our hatchback
Traversing the bends
The harshness of cliffs
Craggy rocks never end



Where man dreads
To tread the road
No water to quench
No morsel or food



A woman charges forth
To the middle of the drive
To travelers minuscule
“Buy my berries,” she cries



Though dismayed greatly
We continue the journey
The woman’s picture
Etched in our memory



We have to return
By the self same road
Unconsciously looking out
For the “berries” code



It’s not the woman
That we see this time
But two little girls
With faces sublime



“Buy our berries,sir
Oh! Please do!”
What, but to stop
Without much ado



They sell us their ware
And obtain their fare
When they are certain
They have our attention



“Give us something to eat!”
They imply with reticence
Such dignity in struggle
Such strength in action



——-Gauri Kanyalkar——



ANTITHESIS – AT WORK!!

Manager (Mentor)


 


New faces seen all around


Thoughts enthusiastic and sound


Maybe a bit course around the edges


But training always enriches


 


Communication needs working on


Internal interactions will add on


Remember my early days


Hardly knew the worldly ways


 


The quite ones are best for functions


The outgoing for client interactions


A Role-reversal for internal events


Ensures well-rounded temperaments


 


Everyone has their pros and cons


Pros need to be leveraged for wins


Cons to be worked on and abolished


Gratification in work, deed clinched


 


Damager


 


Who is that person, a new face?


Joining ME in the career race


What does he have, couple of years


My one and a half decades conquers


 


In a post to build lives and futures


The God to whom everyone prays


Crossing often the extra mile


And compliments on my sense of style


 


No one can surpass me you bet


My profile ensures that on the net


Having one gala time on the phone


The work automatically gets done


 


A tiger in the bureau premise


In my hole, I resemble timid mice


Ever scared that my mask will drop


And the management will tick me off!!