Workstation BCR

WorkStation

I cannot ...This night

I wait it out, in the quiet zone

Without rest.

I am a silenced workstation

Alone in this emptied factory

Of life.

The busy productive workers sleep

Drones....but do not scorn the dutiful.

They shed their life blood for family.

And engage in no offence.

Serving a willing life sentence.

But they dream too.

Along comes a butterfly...

Anxious to try gorgeous wings 

For an occasion.

But love is not apparel

To be cast aside and forgotten.

Castigate not

A once upon a Cinderella

Because she learnt to fly.

Those wings are broken

And her heart was taken in

Deception.  

No lies,

Life is not an easy line

drawn upon a plane

But ups and downs and creases and folds...

No one knows if this universe is tyre 

An expanding spiral or tapering cone.

And no one, who reads my verse

Will know that I have addressed all

My old ghosts thus.

I am on duty tonight

When those who've done duty, sleep

My workstation displays a silent

bleep.

It's waiting not for you or you

Or you.

It is waiting for only me

To sign in.

 

For its my life that I have a need to

Live.

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© Amrita Valan 2014