I rise at 8 to the sound of my phone, thus begins my work day,
I don’t eat my break-fast; I must rush, so I walk away,
Ebbing my way through morning traffic, dust and smoke dim the ray,
Blaring horns and classic rock – a fabulous fusion, I dare say!
Flash my id at the sentry, enter the sweatshop of madness,
“Where should I park today?”, only adds to my early-morning stress,
As I close the door of my car and walk into the building,
Within the depths of my head, I hear a silent ringing…
Do you really want to go in?
Ignore it today, I say to myself, just like every other day.
I meander across the creepy corridors, travel to my bay,
Plastic smiles and hollow handshakes are omens of the workplace,
Stone cold cynicism and small-talk, straight to my face…
Its 11, I warm my chair and commence my work, pending from yesterday,
But Wait – let me login to facebook, I want to know what she had to say,
An hour well spent, I rejoice, silently, but in glee,
Till my supervisor walks in with a ton of work and puts me to sea…
I struggle with a plethora of dots, slashes, green, red and blue on white,
12 45 PM – It’s already lunchtime, right?
So I gather my comrades, and run to the elevator,
With silent prayers, that the food today, will definitely taste better…
Alas, my hopes are crushed, stone hard rotis I must gulp,
Beat my steely potatoes down to pulp,
Crib about all things there are to crib about,
My supervisor, the focus of dialogue, without a doubt…
The rest of my day, well-spent in meetings,
Quite a few, but I sleep through many,
Detailed slides and Pointless discussions: Cups of coffees emptied, and cold steel trays,
Throbbing Headaches, and nauseated nods, betray, an eagerness to get away…
1800, its time to leave, so say goodbye to mates at work,
Surely and soundly, I trod the grass; reach my car before its dark,
But the phone suddenly beeps, an email – “Critical Situation, Report to bay! “,
A false alarm, to the lord I pray….
2300, Teary but defiant, I stare at my monitor,
The voice buzzes again - It’s almost over, just a few minutes longer,
A click here, a scroll there, draw my fullest attention,
I scream with joy, “It’s over !” – Tomorrow I shall get a mention….
On the cold dark road, where lovers pass me by, I hurry back home.
To find my dearest daughter, sleeping all alone,
A timid glance at my phone through the corner of my eye,
“I missed her birthday, Oh Dear, Oh My!“
There is no place for love, no room for rest, nor time for celebration,
In the mesh of work, the logic of reasons, at a race pace,
The routine is rotten, but money begotten, thus the cycle prevails,
So Wonder “Am I man or machine? “, and fill in the details…
The mention never comes …
