Lekhny composition -24-Feb-2024
Unemployed
Ias is golden ticket of powerful administrative life.
Studying studying wasted important years of life.
Year by year lottery ticket opened but my number never matched.
Little by little one year another year and 7 years of people life wasted.
Years by years gone piles up making tower of dead years.
Wasted skills , wasted ages now in present I become unemployable.
Unemployed , without bread and butter and pockets filled with nothingness.
No more attempts left , but age is piling up the responsibility mountain.
Going south , going west to each direction for the employment.
But no experience at this age fresher , fresher needed are the ones younger.
No talent , no skills no job and what should I do with years lost.
My friends earning flats , cars watch and pizza sunset beach vacation enjoying.
Annoying me for life , annoyed by the life and work culture around
Wanting to eat good bread , but dependent on old hands for any type of bread.
They go to vacation when tired of work , enjoy the leisure.
While my vacation is not going to end and unemployed I am lost in darkness.
Unemployed , losing my contact details, my connection , my life.
Every door closing on my face , every window signed looser.
A trap of my mistakes , unemployed the worst phase.
Stuck in mid , trying to survive while rest piling up the rack with treasures.
Cursing my luck , cursing my fate and cursing everyone on their success.
Unemployed , I wish to disappear for good.
Their stares with pity , lost hope giving me chills and unemployed a sin with life I should repent.
The jokes one me has vanished the slumber silence is dreadful.
Years I lost , a crime I did , being a burden stuck in mud and useless repent with life.
Reena yadav
25-Feb-2024 02:57 PM
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