The poem expresses the speaker's dislike for their job and boss through a series of similes comparing the demands of working in the office to impossible tasks. The speaker finds their boss manipulative and dislikes having to spend long hours under their watchful eye. They do not want to adhere to every instruction or praise their boss insincerely when their true feelings and priorities lie elsewhere. The speaker would rather quit their job and focus solely on their poetry instead.

1. POETRY; POETRY AND ONLY POETRY
Telling me to go to office; spending marathon hours of the day under menacing eyes
of my disgustingly manipulative boss,
Was like asking a man to gallop to the absolute pinnacle of Everest; without fingers
on his hands; toes on his bohemian feet.
Telling me to go to office; tolerating the spurious mountain of smiles besieging my
boss’s face; behind which sprouted the satanic devil,
Was like commanding the crystal blue expanse of brilliantly empty sky; to shower
upon torrential cloudbursts of majestically pelting rain.
Telling me to go to office; incorrigibly adhering to each instruction of my boss; which
could infact imperil the ambience of the celestially blissful surrounding,
Was like the world’s richest man not getting the object he badly wanted; even as his
treasury overflowed with glittering gold and superfluously satanic silk.
Telling me to go to office; bowing down with obeisance infront of the unsurpassable
battalion of blood sucking clients who frequented; the abominable interiors day
in and day out,
Was like leaving the most preposterously gigantic fish; in heart of the overwhelmingly
sweltering desert.
Telling me to go to office ; singing an incessant fountain of praise for my boss in
front of the treacherously conventional society; when infact my beloved fervently
awaited my presence; with tears welling in her eyes,
Was like asking a soul wholesomely dead since centuries unprecedented; to bounce
with euphoric exhilaration; just like a new-born child.
Telling me to go to office; breathing in monotonous space indefatigably round the
clock; when infact my impeccably struggling comrades; desperately wanted my
help outside,
Was like placing the most appetizingly succulent meals on this globe before the
roaring lion; when ironically he didn’t posses a single tooth in his colossal mouth.
Telling me to go to office; yes-bossing my hideously uncouth seniors; as they kicked
me relentlessly on my hindside; for apparently no fault of mine,
Was like expecting a garden of mesmerizing roses to blossom on cold blooded chains
of bare rock; without a droplet of rock; without a chunk of fertile soil.
Telling me to go to office; cuddling my boss’s pertinently pampered son; amiably
caressing the festoon of glorious jewels on his snobbish persona; as if he was my
own blood,

2. Was like asking the belligerent martyr to shoot an arrow in the birds eye; without a
bow in his fingers; a robust thumb on his palms.
Telling me to go to office; lick the already glowing paths with my tongue; so that the
most infinitesimal speck of dirt didn’t stick to my boss’s designer class shoes,
Was like asking the flamboyantly flaming Sun; to deluge every corner of this planet;
with a blanket of morbidly deplorable darkness.
So it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; to make me quit horrendous office
forever; relinquish its corridors of insatiable greed and malice till the time I lived,
Keep writing; evolving, fantasizing; breathing; eating; sleeping; dying and taking an
infinite more births; for just poetry; poetry and just poetry.