Living Dead Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I missed the day
Again.. like I do every single day
Sound of draws being pulled and pushed
And paperweights being shifted
To more obsolete bunches.. of papers..
Need to be answered immediately.
I missed the day
Incessant phone calls breaking
The continuity of thoughts…
Computer screen blinks showing
If you are going to save what you did
Not typed.
Strange. But true.
Time sits pretty outside the window..
Where the flower plants have
Given new flowers. For whom.
Life has been squeezed by the
Walls of plywoods..inside cubicles.
You take it. You leave it.
Who cares.