Gray, white, gray white
Cabins and rooms and a division within
Unfamiliar faces, chaos everywhere
Languid souls striving for survival
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You have drawn a caricature of how an office functions thro' your poem. Fine.
hmmm. this sounds so familiar yet so unique. You have encapsulized the modern experience of static mobility. Welcome to the 21st century kind of slice of life revelation in a cubicle. Keep us briefed!
Good poem, it really gets across the ambience of the workplace
And I thought India was somewhat tranquil...what an eyeopener into the 'worldwide' office, drat it! You've captured it, told the world about it, now give it a shot of Sodium Pentathol, and make it reveal its deepest secrets to you. Or call the Mother Ship and have those green guys pick it up and drag it off...cause you sound none too thrilled by this beast! Great description in no uncertain images! ! Very well done! ! ! ! xxxxElysabeth