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My Boss, a Poem

MY BOSS

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?

slouch, I, but still try again

my "again" goes to vain.

I see myself on this 'chair'

Saturday's dream or my nightmare.

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© 2020 Muhammad Rizwan

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