Office Poem by A Dreamer

The wooden desk and the glass in front of me
The yellow lights and cups and cups of coffee
Morning 9 to night 9,
My sunrise and sunset is no more mine.
Colleagues around me are engrossed in their machines
I am here thinking is this what life means?

There is a pantry to give you tea and coffee
And the board room to deal with the global complicacy
I come in the morning and try to control my mails
But ever-growing work beats me and everytime I fail

Every one here is a piece of this huge company
And every one here is so stressed and lonely
The only two friends we all have - competition and a machine
I am here thinking is this what life means?

Birthday is when you count your age
But here the only thing you remember is what salary and what grade?
This office is a place I like a lot
It gives me a chance to be what I am not.


Monday to Friday and sometimes beyond that
Every soul waits for the 5 day week to end
Then another week and another wait
We have a corporate job and this is our fate
My sunrise and sunset will have to wait till I retire it seems
I am here thinking is this what life means?