When work is worship not

Many a desk has lost its way, Its working norm has lost the way. Work awaits Productivity, The Lady Quest has lost the way. Work when is viewed not as one’s right, Eye set on fruits has lost on way. Eye’s prejudiced yellow, not sad, Dust gone in, it has lost the way. Work lingers on, guest not in haste Patience of host has lost the way. Half of toast (wage?) is held in hand, The rest in cup must have lost way. Work’s done with hands, with head nor heart, The ‘why’ seems to have lost the way. Work culture when gets a long rope, ‘Work as worship’ has lost the way. __________________________ Ghazal |01.10.2024|work, word, humour Poet’s Note: A ghazal generally has five to seven shers (couplets). But on work culture this piece has a lot to say and exceeds the norm.