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