A brief review of the work,
cost accounting, in a sense
tabulating the material
against the work done
keeps me freaking.
i calculate, redo,
could not tally both
the one overlaps the other
Curse the software,
.for my erroneous application
The performance lags
while the substance rises
a direct hit on the revenue
a straight loss so to say,
What to do?
I set aside the balancing
my mind throbs,
places me in an anvil
fear of loss circumvents.
My head whirls.
Pain follows, I stay nonplussed,
“Not being of great value”,
I console myself, the mind chimes,
” whatever it is”. Oh ! Shiva, eh ! Krishna.
I scream turning towards the sky.
Brief has become lengthy,
as we say in the vernacular
” Hanuman val”. I go
in circles, My eyes
stay fixed. How and when
did they close? I do not know.
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