My presence in your scheduled life is
A spark in seamless dark,
A hawk in a throng;
Office and meetings of yours chew voraciously
Lunch and dinner served with
Veg agenda, mutton talk and whisky minute!
My life bumps in your project proposal
and bruise medicated in
Your longterm Outcome;
With Impact stretches on shrink face,
Frail voice and treamble feet
Seek for my presence,
So Precious!
Whom did you live for all those years?
You..?
Me...?
Children..?
Society..?
The nation..?
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