Its Time For Another Seminar Poem by Cyclopseven R

Its time for another seminar
Which means, time to get confused and to confuse others
With terms and concepts beyond normal understanding
And I am sad to say its time for another seminar.

In sleep I dreamt of attending a seminar
Suddenly someone came as asked me
“what paper you going to present, sir? ”
I was speechless and blinking hell like stars
Asking my conscience again and again
“am I presenting a paper? ”.

Nervousness sets in
Thoughts fly rapidly
Hither and thither, my mind wander
“Where is my paper? ”
“Where is my paper? ”
I haven’t not prepared any.

Huh! the seminar is here again.
The buzz from the electronic clock
Woke me up from the dreary dream
Oh what a relieve, I am not a speaker
I am not a speaker
But a nutty member of the organizing committee.

Works pile up; misunderstanding began to usurp the conscience
Liberty of thoughts wrested wildly by organizing committee
Time line crashed into pieces and everyone rush against time
To save the meetings from going unto ashes.
Program books and protocol list a headache, not the least
As days getting nearer, time at office become longer
Day and night, we worked with maddening speed
Yet the tasks at hand seems not getting less and less
I am done. I am burnt up. And my colleagues are lost.

Another seminar is here again to sap the remaining blood
And we work hard till the shadow dies
Into the wee hours of the night and I was left whistling
Alone, funny tunes that were never heard before.
Soon, another seminar will move away leaving us a little free
And I hope, I won’t be asked about my paper again,
At least, not in my dream.

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