I am afraid I am afflicted by the TION disease

I was told that to ensure retention

And to make sure of career progression

Must take part in retraining and re-education


For to remain competitive and beat the competition

It is a must to enforce cost reduction

For a healthy bottom line need job elimination

So occupants of corner offices can earn sky high remunerations

Getting a job after retraining, I have no expectation

Without experience may be looking at a possible demotion

Many of my friends out the door, I hide my emotion

Everyday morning fear more degradation

Keep my mouth shut for fear of retribution 

Boss said he tackled all the dirty work with gumption

And as a reward he deserved a bonus and promotion

Day came when he was handed his papers that caused a sensation

I sent him a sorry for you e-mail as I still may need a recommendation

Because of the situation I always have a premonition

Although the politicians always make grandiose proclamations

Well I think everyone working has a similar narration

But time has now come to bring my story to a conclusion

To run a race marathon I do not have any intention

If it is of any consolation

It affects most of the population

I fear I am afflicted by the disease named TION.

I shall rather enjoy my retirement and not seek redemption.

 

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A cover beautiful

Fell for the cover

Ignoring the perils

That may hide inside

Aware that beauty skin deep

Once withered

May reveal a hideous heart

Or a seed of hope nurtured

Waits

Uncertainties perilous , or

Exhilaration unbound


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As my whatsapp contact list gets longer and longer
And my memory becomes weaker and weaker
Did I miss any one in the list to send my cut and paste, I wonder
Scan all post forwarded to find the one to share
If I don’t I am sure that there would be a danger
Of world falling into knowledge gap and committing blunder
I check the responses attentively to decipher
Hidden meaning of the emogies of an inbox cluttered
It’s the response of fake news that I most fear
I just wanted to spread the news, I hope it is clear
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We bribe and seek purity

We corrupted the gods

To satiate our greeds

Build temples galore

When millions sleep in streets

We promise to bestow wealth

If our wants are fulfilled

And then cry to high heaven

That the world is ruined

By people taking bribes

To do what needs to be done

And exempt the gods

From looking after us

We, mere mortals, created gods

In our own carricatured images

Shamelessly we bribe and

Seek purity

The rocks will cry out

If we do not rant
If we do not shout
When it matters
When we need to stand up
The rocks will cry out
The rocks will cry out
If we wait, and wait, till
Hell freezes over
And hell fire ravages
Our bleeding hearts
Our bleeding hearts
Ache and pain
From our inaction
While the world burns
In wilderness we mourn
In wilderness we mourn
Mouthing over and over
Never again, never again
While somewhere around the corner
Another plot is being hatched
Another plot is being hatched
To snuff out innocent lives
While we play games with words
Conscience sacrificed at alter of greed, we wait
For the rocks to cry out

A world gone mad

Heart is heavy

Fingers stiff

Words left me

Numb with pain

As pundits debate

It people who kills

Not soul less guns

For scores it is

Irrelevant now

They will not hear

Nor see

As their blood

Is cleaned

Their blood wiil

Not stain the hands of those

Nor their souls

As they immerse on

Sending their heartfelt sympathy

To those whose hearts will not heal

Deep are the holes

Left by the absence of their

Loved ones

As instigators

Discuss animately about the skill of

Putting the eighteenth hole

Some one somewhere may be plotting

Mayhem, to riddle the chest

Of innocents

With bullet holes

And the saints will march in

Singing the virtues of

The second ammendmant

And defend the sacrosanct rights

Of those who pick up the guns

After all, it’s people who kill

Not the guns

Rest in peace dear departed

May be what comes next

Is better than

This world gone mad