I wrote this poem while attending one of the endless stream of meetings that are a part of the corporate life. It's senseless (so don't try and make any sense of it), stupid (so please don't try to find any deeper meaning in it), and is borne out of a deep desperation to avoid going to sleep during the meeting.
Sitting in a big square room,
I bite my nails as the big shots croon,
they tell of their plans to conquer the world,
with nothing in stead but a bunch of nerds.
They yap and they babble, about things unheard of,
"Hear ye!!!", says the leader, "we will beat all competition off!!!"
we nod in agreement with no clue nor hint,
numbness takes over the brain as we watch his eyes glint.
"Just get the product out!!!", says the thin bald guy,
but what do we do if no one's ready to buy?
this is the buzzing in one and all's mind,
the answer to which neither sane nor insane man can find.
The fingers go on clicking and the slides go on sliding,
all the meetings and presentations bring along more bad tidings,
some feature's not working and the UI's gone kaput,
the database's been overloaded and there's still so much to put.
Then they turn to documentation and then it's time to pray,
with all eyes upon us, "Where's the UI?" we say,
the developers squirm in their seat,
embarrassed to see their aura getting beat.
Boldly gets up their chief and surveys the crowd,
"Gentleman", he proclaims, "what's life without some mystery and shroud?"
amidst all the bewilderment and nerves that finally seem to fray,
"The meeting's over", he says with a lazy smile, "please help yourselves to the samosas on the tray."
P.S: This poem is a work of fiction. All the characters and events described in this poem are fictional and bear no resemblance to any living character or actual event. Any resemblance is purely co-incidental.
Excellent :)
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