Online Day At The Office Poem by Maniraguha Ferdinand

A layman am I an outcast, or nation's motto has changed?

In front of the secretary, a cheap man I stand

She pretends not to see me, online chats has robbed her conscience

Will she wake up and guess that I need service?

Smile draws and gone to the two lines of her mouth

She writes something using her phone screen,

I see, hands on my forehead, I am upset

At twelve she pauses, she visits a restaurant

I am told to wait till at two when she comes back

Is this progress we we've waited for, Or today is an online day?