Sunday, September 23, 2012


The poem #08 (February 2004 – March 2005)

Shredded papers

in a basket,
beside a shredding machine,
beside another
empty seat. Who
will notice them?

The story behind this poem

This poem is actually about unemployment. At that point, one of my good friends was fired from his company that he had been working for the past 10 years. Reason being the company was in the process of restructuring and suddenly my friend’s job became redundant. His service was no longer required. As simple as that.

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