In this world today, the modern world of today
When we talk of modernism, modernistic and post-modern
Moving with the times,
When people love to scan and send,
Signature too has turned into an art
Signing the way one likes, loves it to be.
You signing in this way, I am in this way,
This time I am in this style
Next time differently,
Again the signature varying
With the last done
And this taking me to the stature of an artist.
You say it please, which artist am I,
Even the banker confusing whether I am the genuine man
Who is at the counter
I trying hard to remember
Which way signed I
As for my pass-book account.
My signature illegible not like attestation,
Nor like the prescription of a doctor,
Nor the draft of a pleader,
But of an artist,
Whose art is priceless,
Reminding one of the signatures of
Milton, Lawrence, Hardy, Wordsworth and so on.
Signature too has turned into an art today,
You signing in this way, he signing in that way,
Who is what artist,
My signature I myself failing to make out,
That style of signing
Now it is difficult for myself to copy
Which the verifier, forensic expert
Failing to identify,
Scolding me for,
The banker too in trouble in identifying it
For the withdrawal of money.