by Nandagopal T
Corporate workspaces today are all about following rules, making things rather monotonous to the point of people feeling disillusioned about the whole process. Nandagopal T pens a poem on the lackluster lives of the zombies of the corporate world.
The undead hundreds throng the floor
Each day and night and evening hours,
Their glazed eyes of fabled lore
Keep gazing at the grunting towers.
While their hands involuntarily move
To familiar stances drilled to their minds,
Their thoughts revolve within pre-cut grooves,
Through which they see though they be blind.
Their numbness sinks into our very bones
As we imagine what these zombies do
And we click open our mobile phones,
Forgetting we are zombies too.
We the top management brass
Have visions of scaling mountain tops
Or so we say in thunderous bass,
Each time a plan we generate, flops.
We forget each time we’re zombies too
And plan next what the zombies should do.
Nandagopal T is an engineer from Tamilnadu with a passion for all things literary. The thrill of having his written work published, he believes, exceeds every other sensation. One of his short stories was published as part of an anthology.
