
We work, we work, we work all day
all night,
our evenings are meddled in corporate conversations and –
we’re full of spite,
we try with might,
to fulfill Bentham’s notions,
amidst corporate commotions,
We’re tired,
Sunken eyes, gray skins,
Faded youths,
we’re tired, but we’re trying
to make ends meet,
and make life sweet,
sweeter than before,
in our corporate lore,
and in our personal spheres,
but layers and layers – of fatigue : We don
Uti-Li
Ta-Ri-A-Nism’s PREVALENT,
Prevalently gone…are we.
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About the author: This poem has been penned by Uns-E-Zahra. She is an avid fan of lingual admixtures, and tends to incline towards works that have interlingual elements.
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