When I entered his chamber <br />The boss was shaking with anger <br />Red faced burning like fire <br />He thundered “is it for what I hire? ” <br />I felt inside me a creeping terror <br />Worried must have done a grave error <br />Some serious lapse or glaring mistake <br />That caused him a severe heartbreak. <br />'see here this ‘are’ where it should be ‘is’ <br />How the hell it escapes your notice <br />The way you work with closed eyes <br />You surely don’t deserve a payrise'. <br />Awhile I bore the brunt of his abuse <br />Not tried to hide behind an excuse <br />Then gathering composure and all my will <br />Blurted “not to err is the job of Devil! ”<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/devil-s-job/
