By Chanda Arya
Workplace my workplace, really a workplace?
Politics and politics, people do it like an ethics
Come late and go early
It’s the core of their travely
Power and power but not any duty
It’s the gist of their life beauty
Working hours gossip flowers
Hard work, YES, hard work of flattery
I am the best, next is always at rest
Keep on back biting, move forward sliding sliding
Always looking for others faults, cannot tolerate any halts
They are expert in making excuses,
But others’ problem are amuses
Taking steps on others’ back
They fulfil their own sack
Every second their ego triggers
Others’ personality they always sniggers
Others’ achievements they snatch credits
Actually survive on others’ debits
How can I glorify that great people?
Bow again bow again, It makes me humble
Work place work place
This is my workplace…...