Life Of An Executive Poem by Chandra sekharan

Human life I led only for three years
Three years from the day I was ejected from
My mother’s womb
These three years were heavenly
Playing and playing, laughing and laughing
I was basket ball for parents and relatives
To be in the air was most thrilling
Of course they took care that I don’t fall
On the ground and injure my jaw
Flowers, butterflies, riverbanks, sea shores,
Small hills with tall trees, toys, Tv’s
Everything I loved and enjoyed
On fourth year my mom took me to
Kinder garden left me with lot of toddlers
They were strangers, dark, fair,
Dwarf, tall, yelling and exhibiting teeth
I thought my mom was taking me to jail
To put behind bar
Lost my freedom
I was keen to go back to my
Beautiful garden with full of flowers and butterflies
School, university and got job
Everywhere tough competition
Darwin’s theory of survival of the fittest
Mind became corrupt cunning and crooked
Forgot to get married
Jet travelling, lunch and dinner at
Airport restaurants and star hotels
3G on for twenty four hours
Laptop always on lap
Restless fingers
Jugglery with digital figures
And percentages
Physically and mentally I was getting wrecked
Darker, dwarfer, and monstrous
At the age of thirty I became Regional head
of Multi billion dollar global consortium
I felt as though something unknown was pushing me around
Without any specific aim
Am I tool for others happiness?
When I was alone in high altitude together
With my laptop and 3G I used to dream
About the golden days before I attained
The age of Four
My mind went on drifting
They promoted and posted me at Global head quarters
As International president
Took me by morning flight
They brought back my dead body
By next day evening flight
Funeral took place
Nobody attended excepting my mom and dad.