Job

When I was a jobless

I had no value

I was massively criticised

All are insulting me bitterly 

People were reluctant to talk with me

I had no special treatment, I was not snatching the attention of all

There was no salute, there was no respect

Today my meaningless words carry importance 

My valueless works are paid commendations

Even aged persons pay respect 

Despite my unwillingness everyone is conferring on me special opportunities 

I am snatching the attention of all

People are the same, places are the same, conditions are the same

The only difference is I am a job holder

This is the mystery of this materialistic society.