A Printer's Dilemma Poem by Attoor Sreekanthanezhuthachan

From the corridor, I peep to the meeting room
Presentation onscreen, meeting turning abloom,
All have copies too, some printed with a zoom
Later all the paper copies, removed by a broom

Forced to work, all use, abuse me the whole day
Helpless I feel, always filled with paper, my tray
Stop printing I can not, the command I just obey
Wastage, without worrying on the price they pay

Silly people, at times hundreds print the test page
Setting up the print, learn not, even with the age
Some believe in filing, feel it's an utter wastage
Save paper, save trees, just show off, all garbage

Humans, their whims fancies they never withhold
"Let's go paperless", only talk, practice very cold
Feel for the trees, feel for earth, our only world
No time, let me print, the commands I can't hold

Sree....