Every morning brought a steeper climb
Hands of clock ran faster than time
A quarter and an hour stretched too thin
Tiny escapes of chaos fuelled us in
Dusk gathered friends with a conflux of rants
Racing against deadlines thy sacrosanct.
Fallen leaves, broken twigs and with a fog of fear
The autumn slowly brought the summers near,
In the old pond, the new toads began to hop
Gulp in their throats echoing in the silence pin-drop,
Agonies and victories roared in sparring mats,
And our stirred souls asked us in inner chats –
Are we humans or a sheet of stats?
Published ‘Management Canvas, 2018 Edition’ ©