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My Boss, a Poem


I try to please him everyday

he puts my efforts in ashtray.

He says in full day, night!

I say yes! you are right.

He says, this husk to count

I do as it is amount.

I do all for little praise

get lost, says he, what for gaze?

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slouch, I, but still try again

my "again" goes to vain.

I see myself on this 'chair'

Saturday's dream or my nightmare.

This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.

© 2020 Muhammad Rizwan

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