Now,we are on par
Why are you so dusty?
This table and the tiny desk before you,
Aren't they all separating us ever?
You are ever so empty
Doesn't the boy care for you?
Never are we on par
Lest we switch positions
Desk and table?That's all you see pampered?
We are of varying divisions
Look to the sky
Now back to earth
You see the clouds so high
The sky is indebt
Its filled already though
But holds greedily
Then will it let go
When it has to, angrily
The one you call man
What makes him so?
He sits on another human
Only boys do so
The one you call boy
He cares more than you know
You are just a man's toy
Too blind to know
I am ever so empty,
Yes,that i know
But just a little pity
And i too will glow
We run the relay
While you lie
You get the pay
We pay the price
I have discovered people find it hard to understand my poems so this is an attempt to help make comprehension easier.Its a conversation between two office chairs. The first one is that of the boss while the other belongs to the office clerk. Both the boss and the office clerk have just left the office temporarily during working hours and the content of the poem is the conversation that ensues. Please read, digest, comment and Like