MY NUGATORY TRAVAILS
A dreary trudge of a few kilometres,
to do dour tasks.
Greeted by well rehearsed wishes
followed by cold handshakes.
A semicircle formation in the grey spring
that makes or breaks reputations.
The vitrolic talk spiced with bucolic laugh
causing lesions in the heart
The toll of the afternoon bell
An assembly line of sychophants
singing paeans of the local dieties
boasting of a flawed production line
of corrupted,criminalised race.
I......a petty priest
singing monotonous songs
in the temple of learning
A decadent industry...
churning out the future
