My positive and aggressive academic posture,
As revealed by Teaching, writing and articulating,
In my own inimitable style,
Has invited only ridicule at the coffee club
Do you know why?
You have never tasted the flavor and glory of Academics
In your entire academic life.
So, you feel very small and dwarfed.
In our presence ,
Elevated to an exalted position,
But only educated beyond your intelligence,
There has been always a savage violence
And sadistic streak in your molecules of brain
To molest academic integrity and efficiency.
I want to play a delightful academic game
But you always invoke and invent new rules,
To transform this game into a pure political sport.
Small wonder then you make me out,
Rather effortlessly when I excel in batting.
Everyone gains by winning the game
I have gained enormously by losing it
At your hand. Yes. Gentleman !
The fruitful fallout of your clownish game
Is birth of my poetry.
You can neither be happy
Nor feel well all the time,
Just because you are born rich
Or a fortune has smiled on you
The exalted position that you occupy here
Was not meant for doing mischief
And blunt the academic brilliance of
Your co-workers,
Who are good workers too.
By showering booms to those
Who had displayed a remarkable immediate loyalty
And stunning the career graph of
Those who all along practiced only work ethics
You’re indeed ushering in a paradigm shift here
“Don’t work, Praise my glory.
Write books for me, though shall not suffer
I will guarantee your career lift.”
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