Sitting at a desk, I let ennui wash over
me,
Looking around, I see numerous files
around me.
Dusty old pages of forgotten feud,
Some that show us the way, others that
delude.
I am expected to be fervent and learn,
How do I, when this gibberish is so
difficult to discern?
A lonesome desk and a steaming cuppa allow
me the much needed privacy
But it is this privacy that triggers in me
decadency!
The Android Market and trashy e-books are
my solace now
For, focus eludes me and diversions
hold me captive somehow!
As I park myself in this air-conditioned
room
I prepare to succumb to the infectious
gloom;
Forgoing the breeze that is blowing
outside.
Beckoning, it entreats me to join its stride.
Like an estranged lover, I study its movements
discreetly
I
find leaves, frayed cloth and tattered paper yielding to it completely.
Resignedly, as I come back to my desk,
I prepare to work on putting together the
burlesque;
Which changes colour like a chameleon,
And transforms from an appeal to a reprieve
to a remission.
I hear it will be presented before a just,
impartial lady
Who will be judging it ‘blindfoldedly’!
Although the scales she holds display
balance,
They in reality often tip heavily in
favour of affluence.
She has in conclusion given her verdict in
print,
Letting one have the last laugh while
another is chagrined.
And thus begins a fresh round of charade;
Laden with vice but justice writ large on
its façade.
I return my gaze to the weighty file in
front of me
Nevertheless the ennui washes over me…
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| ‘No great work has ever been produced except after a long interval of still and musing meditation’ ~ Walter Bagehot |
