Happiness and anguish
Are derivatives of our actions
In our exploration
Of the joys and perils
Of modern workplaces,
Often evokes a sense to notice
What other people are up to
All day and night, hell-bent
To make the frenzied world around,
Function, and be on wheels
With an eye of intuition
And the characteristic combination
Of wit and wisdom, one is out
On a journey around, to harness
From the elective range of occupations,
Starting From rocket science
To chocolate manufacturing,
From Art to Accountancy
In search of the ideal one
In the tussle of maximization
Between profile, purse and personality
One dwindles between portals
From pillars to post
But, the results…!
Much to one's dismay
Instead of it being soul fulfilling
It turns out to be self-destroying
To get tangled in the web
Of attrition and arbitration
Then it was an art of survival
Probably! Now you call it as "Work"
The show goes on
In search of satisfaction
That never comes
©sachi-3rd jun-2021
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