MBA Class Creativity -One

15th june 2004
the first attempt at poetry in management...

finance, HR, marketing, systems
blinding me early in the day.
market and company objectives
rule my hours and minutes.
principles of accountancy,
lost in the jungle of jargon.
two hours of trying not to let sleep snatch me away,
paper filled with scribblings growing illegible.
slowly and slowly the voice grows distant,
macbeth and tempest remind me of livelier days.
dumb and deaf to all goings on around,
wordsworth and coleridge's walks seem tempting.
ah! if only i could close my eyes and dream
of things unseen and unknown,
of fairies, elves, caliban and witches
of beautiful love making of porphyro and madeline.

the warm light of understanding and knowing what i hear
comprehending what i scribble....
oh! my god it seems my language too has been curtailed!!!
the horror of it all..........!!!!!