Two years of toil Two years of utmost dedication Two years of perseverance Where are the fruits?
As every month begins My eyes light up In keen anticipation That my efforts would be rewarded However, the wait is so long That it kills me from within As I wonder whether my time is valued For you, time is precious You expect quality and speed At the same time Is it wrong For me, to expect the same From your side? However, all I end up doing Is keeping a straight face While I listen to your lame excuses As I wonder whether my time is valued Whether my efforts are valued Whether it is worth Burning the midnight oil For an employer To whom I matter Only when money chases him The same money Which I am denied Again and again Till I am a fool To even dream That my dues would be cleared
Poem I am writing as my workplace frustrations come to a head...for the umpteenth time!!