An Ode...

...to the walking-talking egos that abound in Infy, atleast in my dance team.

Know-it-all Smirks, Smug Expressions
Overflowing confidence, no signs of perfection
The inimitable “I can never be wrong”
Be it work, or play or a random song.

Zilch on experience, nix on talent
No remote indications of commitment
But, oh the pain and the tears, so worthy of a thesaurus
Anxious to form excuses for a conduct so pusillanimous

I dreamt in my life, dreams that stayed with me ever after
Dreams that are being sacrificed at a false pride’s stinking altar
Having levelled my palace, don’t erect a hovel for me
Don’t bask in the complacent admiration of your pointless charity

My ideas have changed, like wine through water
Altered in colour, purity and texture
Having the last word, is not always winning
Why say something just for the sake of saying something?

Apologies for the big words and flowery language
Didn’t intend to be sesquipedalian, not in this age!
But, alas, some people don’t understand subtle sarcasm
Maybe open jibes (like this one) will span the chasm