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                     Flushing fumes cloud my brain,
                     Work and conflict lead to strain,
                     Unable to bear heat and cold,
                     Dependence had an unavoidable hold,
                     Unable to contain all myself,
                     Trudged to a source of help.


                     Office colleagues found me swooning,
                     They brought some palm nectar enlivening,
                     I decided to continue my trail,
                     Towards the job nailed,
                     The job was instrumental
                     To fulfil my life’s essentials.

    ( When job becomes a necessity, it becomes a continuance which has to be endured)



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