My Cubicle 😊 Poem by Neha Khurana

It was all so small,
In the center of the hall.

At one corner I sat,
Mostly busy with yahoo chat.

Then one day there broke a news,
Shifting to new place with its top floor all for booze.

Building got shifted,
My cube got drifted.

This time not so small,
But still in the Center of the hall.

Now had different people around,
All of their own kind.

But as Have heard,
It happens in IT world.

So here too people came and people went,
With ‘Adieu' mails all being sent!

And then came the day whenmy cube mates wereto elope,
Leaving me all alone in my officialabode.

Now here I sit
Working a bit
And waiting for new people
To fill in my cubicle 😊😊! !