Taking away my time,
and options to see
sunsets, hailstones, rainbows.
don’t say you gave me a job.
You took away,
my freedom as a human.
What will I do,
with that money,
buy things
I don't need?
To impress people
who must be shallow
if they evaluate me
by the purchased things?
I’m aware,
my journey is short,
I’m in mid-journey,
If I’m lucky
to live a full life,
why would I waste it
in a cold, scented office
doing work
that does not nurture
my body or soul?
No, I will not,
call it livelihood.
It’s almost death-hood.
Note: Modern job is slavery. The salary and designations are not compensation enough. I refuse to be bound by it.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
I write about nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, and psychology.
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I agree! I'd hate to work in an office!