The Oddity

by samantakbhadra

While the waste-paper basket sits on the ground and sleeps

A good long sleep

 It gets wrapped in wasteful material

Amidst an air-conditioned environment

And a clean uniform rug

On which stand clean cubicles

Educated people and comfortable chairs

Intelligent computer screens

And a consistent ticking of the clock


Such a pristinely organized aura

Man-made but does that matter?

Hidden in the dark corner meanwhile

Is the sleeping waste-paper basket

Unwanted by-products

Away from the line of vision



And look away



In a man-made oasis