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Poem-The VIP and the cake-seller


Poem- The VIP and the Cake seller

Once, when I was going back home in my car
I saw a person selling cakes
As I was coming from my office, which was quite far
I decided to eat something, and hence applied the brakes.

                                     I went towards the vendor, who was standing alone
                                    And asked him, “The cakes have been prepared by whom?”
                                     He said that he had made them on his own
                                     And that he lived in a cottage with a small room

I ate his cakes with a chocolate dip
They were very soft and tasty
I gave him his money along with a tip
As he did his work with a lot of dedication and was one among many.

                                        Towards my house, I did progress
                                        But, got stuck in a traffic jam
                                        I waited and then decided to assess
                                        The situation which lacked any charm

After a while I found
That it was a VIP who had blocked the path
The road had become like a football ground
Where people were standing all over in wrath

                                    Everyone was forced to wait
                                    For two hours before everything was cleared
                                    None of the policemen could understand our fate
                                    They simply stood like puppets and sported a beard.

At that moment I felt
That the cake-seller deserved more respect than the VIP
Even though he did not have a suit or a belt
He worked with dedication and strived hard to earn a rupee.

                                 That day I learnt something very crucial-
                                 We must do our work with dedication
                                 Let us be like the cake-seller, who was able
                                 Rather than the VIP, who is a trouble for the nation
---------------------------------------------------

We must respect those who really deserve it. There are many vendors like the cake-seller, who work very hard, but earn only in pennies. Ironically, there might be a few corrupt people who might be literally doing nothing for the society, but would be earning loads of money. This is what happens in ‘Kalyug’.
But, let us look at the flip side. If we work like the cake-seller, with thorough focus and commitment; we would surely earn respect from our fellow people. Yes, there might be a few who might mock at you or curtail you; but it is up to you whether you get perturbed by such people or simply ignore them. We must move ahead in life with gusto, and must strive to bring about a change in this world.........................

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  1. Elio2 July 2018 at 12:23

    A very touching poem and truthful! I like it!

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