Professsional
PROFESSIONALS
It is his loved profession
As good as any occupation
Indeed a damned lucrative one
Yes! He is a born politician
People bowed him; not known
Whether it’s fear or devotion
But made he name and fame
And amassed wealth aplenty
Ample for his progeny
To guzzle for generations many
Earns he easily his yearned goals
Votes or any profitable posts
He expects nothing free to fall
Ready to pay in full to all
Be it dhal or alcohol
Sari, dhoti or a cotton shawl
Payola is his way to enthrall
To deal with his criminal trials
Hires he witnesses; those are professionals
For his public rallies
Engages he rowdies; those are professionals
To erase his enemies
Employed he in permanence
Personnel; those are real professionals
One day died he of a spell
Of unknown virus; doctors knew not well
His son as a true scion did deal
So nicely; like a true professional
While he got busy reading his father’s will
Entrusted the weeping menial
To mourners; those are professionals
Sathya……….
poem by Sathya Narayana
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