The Elite Corporate

By Piyush

This is a corporate poem

And not a love story.

Mankind’s Grey overtakes the Nature’s Green,

We trust not a man’s word,

But an email from a face we have never seen.

Our work like balances individually have shaken,

To the extent we calling this ‘Passion’ still worth taken.

I repeat: This is a corporate poem

And not a love story.

At one winter, hits an avalanche to the elite…

Affects several veterans and little smiles,

The Earth beneath trembles,

And Management forgets it is Night!

The newly weds now eat just once in a day,

For the corporate just cut off half of its pay…

But the Cinderella does not weep,

And nor does the kingdom wall weakens,

For the Corporate aims to secure future generations at the expense of present delights.

I repeat: This is a corporate poem

And not a love story.

After the Winter, summer appears..

The corporate works determined to succeed

To prove its worth and reach at the sky it fell from,

To prove its might and to stand up for the people who stayed at one meal in a day and at times without pay,

It again hits the ground though, this time grave

The plants shut and some hear the final blow.

I repeat: This is a corporate poem

And not a love story.

After 1000 days of night, sun rises from the west, the corporate emerges as the World’s Best..

It achieves the two digit black Irish font target on a 2 Billion Dollar white paper. At the cost of Management who once forgot it was Night!

Some people were lost in the battle..

Some left in the middle..

Some died defending..

Some were eaten up by night…

And then there were the ultimate warriors who lived and never called it a day until it was achieved and the corporate stood resurrected.

Finally the corporate took 2 hours off..

To celebrate the Lives..

Who gave up the most for future generations who will then work in these organizations and eat thrice in a day,

For someone ate once in a day and worked.

After those two hours people go their desk again..

A photo on their wall

To remember the moment..

The corporate care about profits in the end..

Another target..

Another Vibe..

Another Feat..

Another Great Night.

I repeat: This is a corporate poem

And not a love story.

Period.

By Piyush