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)
