Bad Management Poem by sophia hayyat

Bad Management



Belonging to two worlds,
Two diametrically opposed worlds
Traveling in two boats.
Divided... in a fix between the two.
One carrier of reality,
Another sways towards fantasy.
Divided and so badly
Neither can foresake th latter,
Nor can rely on the real one
With all those ons and offs
Ons and offs
Reminding of its uncertainity
Building it with toil of imagination,
Pampering it,
Rely on it.
All to be demolished by cyclone,
Leaving dehind scattered pieces
Needing to be fixed again.
Towards former crudness comprising it steps forth.
It pricks, pushes back voilently.
Divided between eternal controversies.
Rightness and wrongness
Permanance and impermanence.
Being divided and weak in parameters
Seeking to one relinquishing earnestness.
Am I divided,
Or reluctant to choose between...?
A bad Manager indeed...

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