By Doing Banking I Am Sinking
God only I now sadly blame
For my playing banking game
He did not give me guidance
Though I relied on providence
I suffer daily severe torture
Even ready for departure
God has done tit-for-tat
I am caught like a rat
I derive only dissatisfaction
Living with total dejection
Every second Hell I feel
As in huge cash I deal
My sorrow is really unlimited
To quit, I am not permitted
Throughout my heart thorns
Are pricking, my mind warns
I have not gained any talent
Nothing useful I could invent
My experience is a waste
I joined bank in a haste
For my retirement day
To God I deeply pray.
Copyright © Mv Venkataraman | Year Posted 2022
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