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        Ioffer my following poetic tribute to the Cabinet Secretary and all the Union Secretaries of the Government of India, which is also an Article Of Faith with them. When I think of their pitiable plight, I am reminded of the beautiful words of Boris Pasternak: 'Our health is bound to be affected if day after day, we say the opposite of what we feel, if we grovel before what we dislike and rejoice at what brings us nothing but misfortune. Our nervous system is not just a fiction; it is part of our physical body, and our soul exists in space, and is inside us, like the teeth in our mouth. It cannot for ever be violated with impunity'.

        I bent down

        To kiss

        The gleaming black boots

        Of our UPA political master

        Then he said:

        LOWER

        As I bent lower

        I felt within me

        Magnificently

        The resistance

        Of my spine

        Not wishing to bend

        Gladly I crept away

        Thankful to our master

        For this thrilling da- to-day experience

        Of my silent inner

        Power and dignity

        So ends my wretched ditty

        Is it not a matter for your pity?

        Which I dare not ask you

        In public with any alacrity!