The Comedy Show

Dear diary,

As I have been discussing the world around me as a writer, today I want to write about the task I do in a poetic manner though it seems humor, it is the dark comedy of my life.

Sleepless nights, boring screens.

Silent place, the voice of the vending machine.

Surviving the days and night,

With the exploration of islands of venomous reptiles.

Precious stones, alphabets stuffed toys and being a chef while cooking the brains is our job profile.

With the companionship of two key friends and solar shadows.

Achieving, a final peaceful movement,

By following the character of an ant.

The patterns of creation grow stronger, and Delivery gets completed.

With the use of toxic non-metallic element and

By being an instructor to machines.

We delivering a Hercules task, 

in a cloud that doesn't cast rain.

The Dilbert boss baby, 

says need to be assertive,

Not up to the mark!