Waiting For Monday

by Soma Roy

Next Monday is my Retirement Day.
The red dot on the calendar says so.
Thirty six years …….
The best part of my life
Vouchers, registers, payments, reconciliations…..
I could have been a doctor,
a food technologist or a teacher
But an unknown hand led me down
the Bank’s corridor.

I got pats on my back,
best-staff-of-the-year awards,
promotions and allowances
I started loving the smell of room-fresheners,
the stink of soiled currency notes
I knew by heart all end-of-day transactions
I mingled with my high net worthy clients.

Every day I did the same work
Every day I tightened my tie knot
and sunk back on my red swivel chair
I smiled the same Good-morning...s
I swiped the same card to log-in
with the same password,
Every day the same…………
Fridays… 5pm

I tallied books-of-accounts and cash-in-hand.
I punched out at seven,
and dragged my feet home
for the week-end
At home I laughed,
I shouted, argued with a cool glass in my hand.
I dropped on the bed and waited
for Monday to come ……
the Monday next.

20-Aug-2012

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Comments on this Poem

This is an excellent poetics no doubt about it. It really happens almost to everyone who is Rightful in their profession, irrespective of vagueness of work-holism. However one death sustains always one life, sometimes in new form, now it’s a scope for new direction of creativity, discovering a meaning of life that was hitherto unseen!

kausik bhaduri
22-Aug-2012 06:34 AM

Excellent writng. Best poem I have read in last 2 months.

ishita bhaduri
22-Aug-2012 03:32 AM

Beautiful & Heart touching for it's being an extraordinary poem with a great message !!

Bharat Mehru
21-Aug-2012 01:11 AM