An Interview. Poem by Sandeep Dongre

Yes! I did get a call letter
The only chance of my bread & butter
I was more than happy
Just like a small baby in a red nappy
I thought that I would get the job
And thus my fingers would be at fortune's knob
Soon everyone came to wish me good luck
And that over enthusiasm literally sucked.

A taxi took me to my destination
And when I entered the lobby I saw long faces with gesture of meditation
Everyone was trying to look smart and alert
But a peon at the office door was grinning as if he knew the result
After an hour he called out my name
He observed me from head to toe as if I was a shame

I asked, ' may I come in, sir?
'Yes please', a cold voice greeted my ears
The man in black coat smiled
Indeed, he was very vile
There were three of them
I answered all the questions which from them came
Suddenly, a soft voice stroke my ears, how much you can give?
I baffled, like a snake rattled because I nothing knew
That I needed money to get a job
I began to sweat as if I had been robbed.

They began to smile
Using as a fan my documents file
He asked, ' son, why are you sweating? '
'The same word repeating'
'We didn't mean you to cow'
'I think you are a good guy, why don't you somewhere else try? '
The other said, ' you will definitely get a good job, now please don't cry'.
The man in black coat said, ' I know you will hate,
' But our candidate is already set'.