People in their cubicle
Staring the screen of oracle
Waiting for the day to end
Its time to get out
After clicking on your Status mail’s send
Fell the fresh aroma of nature
It will give you some signs
To come up with your lines
It might not be that fine
But still you can proudly say, These lines are mine! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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