<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Am putting in my papers! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While filling the form for a credit card<br>Against occupation I wrote, am a bard.<br>The clerk said Madam, your real occupation.<br>I blurted, heading a small organization.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Very challenging, have to multi task<br>It’s actually, I think, too much to ask.<br>Am in charge of child development, <br>Accounts, house keeping and management.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mouth open and ball pen frozen in mid air, <br>He gaped at me from his ergonomic chair.<br>Wow, you must so much power wield.<br>It’s a 24/ 7 job in lab and the fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have to juggle like a clown in a circus, <br>Many hats…one plus, it’s not monotonous.<br>You know a real challenge to my ingenuity.<br>He looked at me with awe and incredulity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honest, am having signs of burn out.<br>Oh, understand tough job, natural fall out.<br>Am thinking of premature retirement, <br>It’s a position for life, am not buying the argument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time for van prastha in the lap of nature<br>As the sages advised in our ancient scriptures.<br>In a couple of days am putting in my papers<br>The show will go on, as I melt like a vapour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Came home; what, a vase of Tulips from Netherland.<br>Happy Mother's day, mom, i miss my mother and land.<br>You sounded sombre, what's on your mind, please wait<br>I am taking the next flight back tomorrow to Delhi straight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This boy's timing is always perfect; born in morn at eight, <br>While growing inside me, he learnt I like to rise late.<br>Now that he has settled in a far off land, thousands of miles away, <br>What argument, I wonder, could he have to delay my getaway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIike a good mother, I tried to give him roots and wings<br>And always calmly took in stride his mood swings. <br>I have visions of chasing, in my verdant abode, butterflies at leisure <br>He can't tempt me with Europe and its historical or other treasures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451374" data-title="Am putting in my papers! ! ! ! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="While filling the form for a credit card Against occupation I wrote, am a bard. The clerk said Madam, your real occupation. I blurted, heading a small organization. Very challenging, have to multi task It’s actually, I think, too much to ask. A..."></div> </div> </div>

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