Oh! What a strange place at last I found?
Really it's stinking because the human trash.
But it's little better than some other places.
I brush up my brief resume and thought
If I get a position here somehow
At least I could have survived for sometimes.
They might have read my complicated mind;
'Sorry, this is a place for Machinery only
And Manpower is not necessary.'
'I believe that I too a machine some kind dear,
They use me when they need and chase me when disliked.'
* To my Persian Boss who firmly believes that one plus one is eleven?
Machines are beyond human warmth. Very poignant write. Surely, you will find something very soon. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Searching for work can be most demeaning. You share your frustration without sentimentality and with a pen dipped in irony, Nimal. I love your footnote, especially. May your struggling yield some results soon. I wish you well from Australia. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥