Her heels click down the corridor,
And she works rigorously.
Day and night. Dawn and noon.
Her laptop is heavy in her arms.
Her bag is full of papers, they
Are weapons for her! Without
Which, she is disarmed :The
Papers contain all the notes
She took copiously, they contain
Her illegible writing mangled
With her passion and simplicity.
She is not a tyrant. She’s humble.
Chiding those who work under
Her is unthinkable. She instructs.
She smiles. She laughs. And,
She stays out of trouble. After
working so much, she sees a bond
Forming. With her place of work
And those who work under her.
No sign of bossiness of pre-
Eminence. Her success is not
Liked by everyone, however.
There are people behind the
Curtain, frustrated and incensed.
They sink in jealously and come
Back to the surface with taunts
And mockery. She handles them
Perfectly. She is resilient and
Insightful and believes that
Killing them with kindness is
The best way to be.
Hi everyone! I missed my blog so so much. This is supposed to be a didactic poem.Do your thing. There will be people who will want you to fail. But remember not to ever step down. Just keep improving and learning from everyone and everywhere you go.
I am posting after SO long. I hope you like it.
Keep smiling, everyone.