Another report goes into the file,
Pressed neat, archived in style.
It speaks in weight, in paper and tone,
It quietly sits, magnificently alone.
A tree once stood where its pages now lie,
A server hums where its sentences sigh.
It lives a long, well-documented life,
Unafraid of time, untouched by strife.
MEANWHILE
A meal is cooked, then vanishes whole,
Not stored, not saved – yet it nourishes a soul.
A hammer swings from the workman’s hand,
No record kept – yet a bridge will stand.
A teacher speaks – no transcript remains,
Yet thought takes root in invisible brains.
A kindness passes – no file, no proof,
But it alters a heart, and that is enough.
Outside, a sapling learns to bend beneath the wind;
Inside, the report slowly suffocates among its kind.
Prashant Sirkek is a 2010 batch Himachal Pradesh Administrative Services (HAS), serving officer. Email: [email protected]
