Reflections
It is the time
When the factory winds down
Shifts shorter and sweat dwindling
Output lesser and the smoke less toxic
The year that was regurgitates
You produced a lot all blood and sweat
You utilized resources to full capacity
You broke even on some capitalist
measures
You indulged in the sweet sound of
money making
But consumed more than you can
regenerate
But worked your machinery to
breakdowns
But depreciated your best assets
But let off fury and short fuses into
the environment
Polluting some good times
Breaking into some good moments
So when you discharge your batteries
You see the big hole within
The edges that roughed out
The sediments of impurity within
The backs broken with hard work
But the clouds of impurity clear away
‘Humdum’ of the machinery less noisy
Whirring of the brain less prevalent
That’s when you start to sense
Ambitions bowing down to peace
Money settling into the bylanes
Love and you on the highway for a bit
A time to savour, oil your machinery
Straighten your bends, clear the soot
within
The new year is here
