Pradip Chattopadhyay - Logic

He throws me an angry glance
his countenance says he is cross
I've given you enough chance
no more I should growls the boss!

Everyday you come to work late
and you haven't dearth of excuse
traffic no buses long wait
always you think up some ruse!

The last one to report for works
the first one to leave the office floor
if you can't come on time he barks
for you is wide open my door!

Make good the time that's lost
beyond office hours late stay
must recover your pay's full cost
and not feel I am cheated each day!

I play on him the last trick
can't do it sir at any rate
being guided by one logic

shouldn't ever be twice late!

Pradip Chattopadhyay

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