Wild Flowers/10: I Was Bloody Civilian Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

I was bloody civilian
A non-combatant employee of Indian Navy
Where meat consumed by service people
Civilians enjoy the gravy.

Service officers always right there
Civilians are intellectual fools
Strife holders the real officers
Civilians are working tools.

I was bloody civilian
A second class officer in Navy
Combatant people there ring masters
Civilians are foster-baby.

I was neither in Defence nor in civil
Worked on the intermediate fence
For privileges, I was bloody civilian
And for duties I am in Defence.

In forty years, I couldn't love Navy
And couldn't tolerate what they say
I loved my technical work from heart
And worked for my monthly pay.

All strife holders not anti-civilian
Few are beautiful by nature
Their strife stops too at a point
Leave Navy midway to live better.