(This poem describes the feelings when a colleague switches the job.)
“I’m switching”, he said
Awkward silence, another end…
Few questions came to mind
Some thoughtful, some blind
Where?
– Can’t ask – he may have secret plan
Salary?
– Can’t ask – uncomfortable one!
Any problem here?
– Will ask sometime later
“The world is small”
But small things are the world!
At a small distance,
Lies another world!
And yes, he was alien now
We kept distance somehow
Friendly signals, one world to another,
“We’ll surely have a get-together”
Just a month remained
With knowledge transferred
And duties reassigned
It’s still not the end, I realized…
“Colleagues are not friends”, I read
But it’s too harsh to believe!
Happy for him, I said,
“All the best, my friend!”
© Bhushan Kulkarni
Bhushan, I love it – so easy to read and yet so true. I need to take time and understand your Hindi ones.
You are right – colleagues are not friends – but they could be given the amount of time they spend together.
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Thanks Sailen! “The world is small”, “Colleagues are not friends” are generally used statements, not my thoughts – my thoughts are expressed after those lines.
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