Job Poem by Ritu Shah

Days busy
Evenings tired
Lot of projects
Deadlines on fire
Moments of achievement
Minutes of failure
Missions to accomplish
Initiatives to dare
Reporting to manager
Subordinates to guide
Client on call
Meetings inline

A wonderful job it is
The kind of work I always wanted
Lot of roles, lot of money
New responsibilities to look for

A life of dreams may be
But a life without feel it is
Lot of things to take care
But eventually no time to spare
People have turned into tasks
Problems into bugs
Happiness is all about performance
Lagging targets the only failure

I have forgotten my favorite song
How is that important anyways?
The rains, the wind, the twilight
All is same when seen from my bay

The food is still the same
But is not eaten for taste
The drinks are taken before Releases
Only to release the work pressures

No longer I sit and think
About myself and people around me
Instead it’s always about
My project and my team
No friends for chit-chat
Everyone is undergoing the same change

Not the days in the calendar count
It’s the Mondays to Fridays that pass by
Not the birthdays or anniversaries
Celebrated are the project kick-off days
Lot to add to these lines
But I hurry up to wind
May be days will come to rejoice
Not the projects but the life
People, feelings, relations,
All will be back to feel the emotion..