Jobless... empty pockets
Brain full of aspirations,
Not a single plan to get there,
Oh! Society's barbs to bare...
Catching fish with oiled hands,
Walking straight on slippery land,
Such is it to find employment,
Impossible.
Alienated from the rest,
Frowned upon by the best,
Everyone comparing,
Happiness of others overbearing.
How does one catch this thing?
A phantom phenomenon,
Bagged with the Dodo's,
I am yet to see this job thing...
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PoesiaPoetry of emotion, life and it's experiences.... Credit to artists for the pictures used. This is not my own pictures but my own poems.
