From where he comes,
I don’t know,
Where will he go after his shift ends?
I doubt I will ever know!
He sits in his chair comfortably,
With a register lying in front of him,
And then he gently wipes off the stain,
Made by the water droplet accidentally dropped from his bottle on it.
When I walk out of the elevator in the morning,
I walk past his desk at the entrance,
As usual, I get late and he sees me hurrying,
So he quickly rises and says- “Good Morning Madam ji!”
He is a simple man of around forty,
He wears his uniform with pride and grace,
His physique is lean but sporty,
And his desk is neat and tidy with everything in place.
I am away for most of the time,
So I am not aware of how he spends his day,
But I am sure he spends his time with his pals, his lunchtime,
Then he proceeds with the evening’s entries and with the delivery boys, chatting away.
It’s almost 6 in the evening,
And I return back from work by then,
He sees me enter the tower, and so he rises from his chair,
And wishes me- “Good Evening madam ji!”
I wish him back and give him a slight smile,
And as I walk to the elevator with my laptop,
He starts to arrange the day’s entries and the file,
He gets ready to head back home.
From where he comes,
I don’t know,
Where will he go after his shift ends?
I doubt I will ever know!