Beyond the Office Walls

In this life of suits and screens

Where hours drift like unseen dreams,

We walk beside the ones we know,

As close as family, shoulder-to-shoulder we go.


Here, bonds are built, not from task or plan,

But from heart-led choices, where trust began.

No logic guides the ties we weave,

Only open hearts, so quick to believe.


Yet, in this realm, not all hearts stay,

Some see, some use, then drift away.

They take what’s given, leave what’s true,

A fleeting part of our sky of blue.


But a few—ah, these rare souls shine,

Beyond the hours, beyond the line.

They stand as friends, in truth and grace,

A lasting light in this transient place.


So I hold to those, the chosen few,

With gratitude for the bond we grew.

In a world so fast, so fleetingly given,

They are my family, by heart, truly driven.


Daya Nair 🫶

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