The Stumbling Block

Simple and serene I stood

Donned with virtues explicit

As I presented myself

For an interview.

Checking the list

He questioned me 

For the field, I'm bound

To serve the institute.

Package full of badges

Unturned they returned

For my profession

As they serve no purpose.

Quietly I wore the lace

And served the institute

With every sincere effort

Even though I was crushed.

Dying everyday on board

As people fail to recognise

The impeccable me hidden

Under the professional coat.

As the light cannot hide

My most admired write

Fell right in front of him

Who interviewed without noticing it.

Day in and day out

They wished to hide their coat

With alluring high post

To cover their sole guilt.

Often the power 

Makes you such mechanical

That you fail to recognise true virtue

And crown a dignitary not so worthy.

Sometimes your ego wails

How can employ question your verdict

Crushing him right at nape

Lest he raises his head against me, someday.

Be humble and receive

Nothing is more precious

Than serving humankind

With best efforts one can invest.