I was greatly inspired by Ehsaas poem about her office.

Here is the link to her poem :

http://ehsaas.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/07/my-office.htm

But why is Ehsaas is GAYAB* from her seat        
may be she is in a mood up beat
taking a round in the street
finding the CHILD in her

that she lost in office's heat

searching for the love and compassion
that she finds missing in her comparison
with her younger days and her profession

Ehsaas went to the flower beds                      EHSAAS = Human feelings
to inhale and rejuvenate
her spirit of being a human
killing the selfish professional demon

Getting Mother Nature's motivation
to keep alive the inner souls inspiration
resolved she returns with determination
to live her life with love and compassion

*GAYAB = Missing

** EHSAAS = The human feelings

And using EHSAAS’s inspirational words ……

All things in office showed me
how to survive and act
how to be mean and kill the free will
and become a hypocrite
killing my hill man inside
smothering my consciousness 
I too became a bloody professional
with every minute I possessed and passed
with every promotion that I got
crushing the hill man in me,
when-ever bread and butter I bought
the blood turned blue and cold
so did my inner voice
being exploited I did exploit too
what face I shall show to GOD

And these lines are exactly what my heart understood while my eyes and brain read her poem

Arising from the hills and snow

Adjusting my-self in four walls somehow

Controlling my aspirations somehow 

Ceiling warns me not to jump above its height
neither to fly above the boss’s flight

 as winds are there so high

The slow but persistently moving fan 

Gives the message to be as doggedly cool
 turn your face, revolve and rotate as per condition
to avoid making your-self a work-alcoholic fool

The mirror says to reflect before I act
to imitate what other did to protect
and shield my errors thru boss's sect

Nostalligic melancholy when invade

Windows allow the cool breeze to permeate

And show me the way to resolve the omnipresent hate

Windows show me the view of hills and free birds
inspire me to have little escapes and live what heralds
this hill man's little heart

And last but not least the ticking clock

warns of the predative eyes on me every minute I have  

And at the end of the day

The door at the far side of cabin

Tells me to push hard exactly at five p.m.

Reminding me of waiting eyes of my son and his mom

And finally the smiling family photo on my desk

Made me aware of myriad of blessings I have
makes me to work hard,

a sole motivation that boosts my moral
telling me to work harder for their smiles and survival