Transformation

I was
a man
till the day
destiny somersaulted
throwing me into a strange world
'A World
Where one is not an individual
where one has to wash
oneself
with superficiality
and then
breathe suffocation
'Honesty of purpose'
is an obsolete proverb
and nobody
remembers
that he is
a SERVANT

In Dangling ties
and polished shoes
I plaster my O.L.Q
oblivious of the underlying
reason of my own existence
AND
with the toll of bells
Everyday
I lose my identity
turning
s l ow l y
into a Robot.

@Suhas
O.L.Q. – Officer Like quality.