What is it that I fear more?
The prospect of a jobless future or
The pigeon perched on the sill of my bedroom window
I cant say, preoccupied with the elusive facial glow
There is Kantian Deontology
And Gender Issues at Work; social anthropology
The Stakeholder Theory is vaguely attractive too
But there is literature of diaspora as well, that I yearn I knew
To love or not to love!
Myself, morality, men-suave or gruff?
To dream of insurrections of the intellect
Or to rue over missing the train to affluence, with its lights of ritzy effect
There is my mind and revolving in it
Are commonplace ambition and petty need
Which woods lead to the avenue of greatness?
Lucre or Barazovian ideals or a mind like mine that is a fine mess!
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