IT Guy in Dreamland

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Snoring amidst the traffic
Deaf to the honking cars
Dreaming of home
In a far far land
Where greenery witnesses all
And not tall buildings
With forcefully existing people
Together in rooms to save costs.

A pat recieved on the back
Denoting the stop has arrived
IT guy running from his dreams
Straight to a laptop, under bright lights.

Sleep didn't come to him last night
Roommate was talking to his beloved on call
He sips in free machine coffee
Hour on hour without a count.

Because he knows traffic will rise
His half workplace is in the bus
Before or after covid,
He never had lunch or dinner with family.
At office too, in canteen it's all faces
Avoiding socialising so that
They can get back to work.
Returning to his room,
He falls asleep
With or without food
And he dreams.

Waterfalls and mountains
All those places on his laptop's wallpaper
He saves extensively for that
One time of the year
Where he fulfills his dreams
That too ends in despair 
Where he knows
There is an end to all of this. 

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