Guardian Angels
Welcome to my world and you will see it all,
Every desktop and conference hall,
My day is filled with joy and fear…
I smile as I hand out promotions and hear the cheers
I dread the pink slips drenched in tears.
Skipping along from interviews
Rushing to see if people keep curfews
Final need as Maslow says
Self actualisation is what everyone craves.
Salary, allowance and basic pay
Your pay pack survives on K.R.As
A noisy Union wanting a hike,
Threatening forever to hold a strike.
Heard it all
Sweet tit-bits and a harsh word
A complain that the canteen serves smelly curd.
A swollen finger a stolen bike
All this business I don’t particularly like!
Labour laws make me swoon
Failing to solve a problem spells doom.
Setting right the office goon,
Sharing the grievance of the peon
By the time I’m done its well past noon.
Tired I enter my office room
Phone comes alive like a buzzing snake
Sigh that’s the end of my much awaited break.
Training a group of CEOs,
Polishing soft skills that are at an all time low…
I must confess
A wrong move lands me in a lot of mess.
Integrity, honesty, happiness
Get to see these less and less.
So my day goes by and by
Handling the HR of an organisation Oh My!
We do it all in a day’s work
Handing a perk
Hiring a clerk
We are the guardian angels who soar by
And cradle the organisation taking it high!
1 comment:
very well-worded poem..i met upasika at MMA last yr,at the happiness quotient paper she presented.
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