A JOURNEY FROM SIGNIFICANT TO INSIGNIFICANT

Innumerable phone calls,

Keep coming throughout the day,

Subordinates humbly report the developments,

Seek permissions and ask suggestions.

Senior officials give guidelines, place their commands.

People make queue at the doorstep,

When the sunbeam kisses his door,

Follow his bike to his office,

Stand with their hands folded,

 In front of his chair, for a bit favor.

On one fine sunrise,

He gets up, glances through the window,

Finds no one outside the door,

Completes his morning preparations in haste,

Look towards the cellphone,

No miss calls, none misses him,

As if, the gadget is in mute mode.

He takes his bike,

Rushes to his office,

Witnesses someone occupies his chair,

Offers him a chair as a curtsey,

Keeps probing into the files silently.

A subordinate comes,

 Throws a glance at him, Gives usual salute,

Talks to the new boss, Leaves the room,

 The same activities repeat,

For the next few hours.

 He gets back home,

Calls a colleague, a decades old friend,

First call gets no response,

The next call receives an answer,

“We will talk later.” drops the call.

He looks towards the roof,

 With blank eyes

A shriek comes out of his throat,

“Hey, I am retired, not dead.”

Stretches on the bed,

 With both palms on his left chest,

They take him to the hospital,

 For the heart check up.