Bureaucrat's Hell.
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Dec 8, 2025
- 1 min read
By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa
Piles and piles of paperwork,
Introduced by a man with a giant fork.
Sleep comes naught;
Eyes stay open, wide and caught.
Red-rimmed and ghastly,
Dull, withered, and nasty.
Foaming at the mouth—
Eternal sleep, without a draught.
By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa

Amazing. A short poem with such deep meaning. I swear, u never cease to amaze mee
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Dark and Funny
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