Winter woods

Lonesome tree, withering in winters, almost dead, beneath that misty grey shroud, surviving with summer in its heart and sighing with h...

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Wavering equation

I spent my day,
wrestling with formulas,
picking values from this sheet,
fitting them in that one,
desperately trying to even out
that whopping 30 million difference,
until my eyes began to water,
figures blurred
and I forgot counting basics.
Some job, you will think.
But this was just today,
one amongst many of those days
that appear on the horizon quarterly,
and eclipse my confidence.
But when the clouds of audit will pass,
I will be racking my brain with legal paraphernalia.
Unlike the 8:00 AM of salary-day love,
I relish this wavering equation
I share with my work.

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