Wednesday, September 15, 2021

UNEMPLOYMENT

After years of training

Undiluted months of enduring

The stressful days of forsight

Was to no avail, a failure


The huge amount of money

The burning of night candles

The trauma of unsecured journey

Was frantically going to a waste


My years of service to the humanity

My months of being imprisoned by the uniform

My weeks of carrying along the reluctant boots

My days of waking early

For salutation to my service

Is surely going down the pit


Tell me is just a waste of time

After all my perplexity

Is it actually true

That Now Your Struggle Continue

Are you sure

I am at the Junction of Borrower


No! My papers are intact 

The qualifications is fabulous

No eye can deject me

I am both practically capable

And my theoretical strength is amazing


The search begins

From cockcrow to dusk

The sweat coming out stinks

But the believe is still strong


Days upon days Weeks whirl away

Months passes by and years flies

The optimism derail and reality confront me

Frustration creap in

All hope is lost


The bargain begins

I become a bird amidst the wolves

Just to find ends meet

No recognition was dedicated to my effort

Am I truly unemployed?

Am I actually jobless?

Is there still hope for my hopeless soul?


Though unemployed but never carried away by the tragedy

I am self employed

And meet up with daily requirement


© ONEIRIC

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