
“So, you are back again my friend!”
“Ah, what made you come this end?”
The lights are stark white and bright
Enough to cause your soul dark blight
The carpets are ashy and grey
It will be a slow and painful slay
A daily dry drudgery at your dreadful desk
You will be reduced to a robot so grotesque
The keypads are making noises
Tik, tik, tik, tik those tiny sinister voices
You are dressed up so neat and chic
To stare for hours on end on the screens so bleak
Your heart will shout relentless screams
They will shatter one by one, all your dreams
A fake and a constant smile
To keep you going for the endless miles
Your spontaneity will be curtailed
Your creativity will be derailed
A million thoughts will run across your mind
How can you escape such a soul less grind
But there is a thing called ‘mortgage’
To keep you forever amused and engaged
You have to consider your kids and their future
So don’t you yet become a comfort creature
Open your eyes wide with strokes of mascara
Look around, there are younger and prettier ones in this icy cold terra
Watch that mature woman with sky high heels
Her back is obviously breaking and is definitely out of keel
They all seem happier than usual
But watch out, the masks are peeling and now visual
That young one didn’t sleep last night
She is a single mum, fighting tight
Her doctor prescribed her some ‘happy pills’
And consoled her, you will eventually learn the drill
A steep career ladder she has to climb
Losing your soul in the game, is no crime
The survival of the fittest is the mantra
It is a very orderly and well-mannered janta
Your resilience will be rewarded sooner or later
Just don’t question things that matter
Type away and carry on
Soldier on and battle on
Happy days are around the corner
It’s a black comedy not a white horror
So laugh your heart out
Harbour in your mind no doubt
It’s a safe haven with excellent working conditions
Please don’t tamper with those “Happiness Index” definitions!
~ Vibha