Life in a MNC

There is light
Atmosphere is also bright
But that spark is missing

There is fun
Faces also have smiles
But satisfaction, invisible

For some, there are bucks
Else, meaningless ruckus
Sensibility hangs itself daily

Heads are only meant for count
Opinions, gifts you bullshit from senior clowns
Stupidity is glorified with smiles & handshakes

Scope is limited, Guarantee is fictitious
But those speeches are as if
One is going to win a World War

There is attraction, there are stunts
But if you wish to explore,
This ain't that bunch

Check in to check out, every ounce
Shall be exactly, how they want

Celebrations too are restricted
Depending on the clowns fancies
And penny's they toss

Labour class we are
Packed in air-conditioned halls
If freedom is what you seek
Then you are on the wrong path

-SR.