The Last Guy in Office
He sat lost with five reports to go.
In urgent & important their priorities scale.
Ten it struck, he had been in from day break.
Work now piled unending & bleak.
His friends cried for him – ‘Get a life’;
But his ambition’s drive took no ear of it.
Says a friend of his, ‘You will wake up one day,
All down and dreary, and pray back for this day!’
Trading private desires for public needs
He toiled only for satisfying incessant greed -
Unending, of those beyond his questioning authority lay.
A twinkle sparkles from his tears that lay.
Wishes & pleasures evaded him.
While a tear itself with no purpose rolled,
Down his sunken eyes in an unending leak.
Work now piled unending & bleak.
Who shall answer for his pleasures lost?
Who shall answer for the time that he lost?
Only he! Himself, will wake up one day,
All down and dreary, and pray back for this day!
A silence spread in the office space,
As though in mourning was this dreaded space.
Ten it struck, he had been in from day break.
Work now piled unending & bleak.
- Arun Raj
In urgent & important their priorities scale.
Ten it struck, he had been in from day break.
Work now piled unending & bleak.
His friends cried for him – ‘Get a life’;
But his ambition’s drive took no ear of it.
Says a friend of his, ‘You will wake up one day,
All down and dreary, and pray back for this day!’
Trading private desires for public needs
He toiled only for satisfying incessant greed -
Unending, of those beyond his questioning authority lay.
A twinkle sparkles from his tears that lay.
Wishes & pleasures evaded him.
While a tear itself with no purpose rolled,
Down his sunken eyes in an unending leak.
Work now piled unending & bleak.
Who shall answer for his pleasures lost?
Who shall answer for the time that he lost?
Only he! Himself, will wake up one day,
All down and dreary, and pray back for this day!
A silence spread in the office space,
As though in mourning was this dreaded space.
Ten it struck, he had been in from day break.
Work now piled unending & bleak.
- Arun Raj
Comments
reading this....[:(]I guess this explains the effect of ur post ...
Being the last one at office and dreaming to have a nice flat, big Car and a sweet life partner, and the cost is losing today, losing this moment, losing the present..
Nice attempt and hopefully it'll reach to the people who actually need to realize that "Making future gr8 is needed but not at the cost of Losing the Present"
Nice poem !!!
Darshan
hope the last guy in office dont have to cry anymore :D
Then the image of a really good friend of mine comes into my mind and then the words just managed to flow. I could feel the pain when I wrote this :(
really beautifully gelled emotions ..
Keep it up.