Lekhny composition -25-Aug-2023

Satyam Tiwari

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Lekhny composition -25-Aug-2023

My job

Iron shackles weight to carry in day with the dawn till dusk.

Roaming around with bricks , on two wheeler loosing of my pocket tight from boss ends.

Woo going on adventure , but with gun in mind that fire bullets , bullets of fire from work.

Boss on needles always bursting crackers on day failures.

With passion I hate my job , I just want a new sun but clouds are still here.

The rocks can be climbed after failures but boss wishes are cloud that fickle by mood change.

Target are not fixed but written on pad but human mind are on sky , hard to touch.

My job of easy writing reading on paper but not easy to control and direct someone needs that changes.

With love I hate my job that feeds me two times day and night but empty my soul and joy.

The more sell , more big target , the cyclones of sell rising coming hitting like a rock.

The travel outing is green for the eyes and easy for me but the expense steal money in seconds.

The freedom of roam is there but a looming axe of pay cut , job fire or suspend is there.

With passion I hate my job that I have love hate relationship , dose of free stress along with food.