They're certainly chirpy out there,
sitting on their branches
and communicating for the sheer hell of it
(or so it seems to one
who doesn't speak a word
of their language),
while there's no communication at all
in this office, with everyone
staring at their screen quietly
and firing off the occasional typing staccato.
I wonder what they think about us
when they peer inside.
What a boring existence, they might say,
with not a chirp or twitter.
We have no clue what it's all about,
but we certainly are fitter.
– Leonard "Impersonator of Sparrows" Blumfeld (© 2012)
sitting on their branches
and communicating for the sheer hell of it
(or so it seems to one
who doesn't speak a word
of their language),
while there's no communication at all
in this office, with everyone
staring at their screen quietly
and firing off the occasional typing staccato.
I wonder what they think about us
when they peer inside.
What a boring existence, they might say,
with not a chirp or twitter.
We have no clue what it's all about,
but we certainly are fitter.
– Leonard "Impersonator of Sparrows" Blumfeld (© 2012)
:)
ReplyDeleteYour workspace seems to inspire a lot of poetry!
Thanks for reading and commenting, Aayushi! It's true, my workplace does indeed lead to a lot of poetry. Often it is sufficient to pay attention to little things around and then compose them into something poetic.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this very much.
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