Well my this poem is about my current mental state and my observation about my own life. Sometimes, we face some situations which makes us feel highly frustrated, and we don’t feel like talking to any one as we feel both hopeless and speechless. Writing poems actually acts as a stress reliever for me, and from this poem, you may find me a pessimistic person, but it’s not like that, I belong to the fraternity of Institute of Chartered Accountants of India, and we are used to such mood swings 😆.
So here it is-
My life, being precise
Wherein audit and tax returns are more then deadlines
Living in India where tax system is a huge mess
Life is now confined with interest, penalty,
surcharge and cess
No one is ready to listen, be it Institute or boss
Oh, for my life, my fingers are crossed
People say, ‘be positive’
But it’s people and their behaviour which turns out it to be negative
People say ‘everything happens for a reason’
But I really want to know the reason that makes it happen.
Sacrificing enjoyment, Tuition, sometimes sleeping
Most people are lucky that they can’t hear what I’m thinking.
You may be wandering
That my life is upsetting
But I have written something
Which you also know that it’s true, but would not be pretending.
It’s My humble request, for heaven’s sake
Give me a break.