The "Perceptions"
In the corporate corridors, stories are often heard but not truly listened to.
Perceptions shape realities, biases bend truths, and sometimes merit is quietly eclipsed.
This poem I wrote is not polished prose, not ornate rhetoric — it is raw emotion.
It is the voice of someone navigating dilemmas, chasing fairness, and confronting silence.
It is about the few chances that exist, the few chances that are taken, and the few chances that are denied.
Because in this world, sometimes bias masquerades as judgment, sometimes perception masquerades as truth.
And yet, even amidst the dolorous silence, a flame survives.
No toxicity is all you need.
Alone is the best deed.
Simple lines, simple truths — yet profoundly difficult in practice.
This is not just poetry.
It is catharsis, it is reflection, it is a reminder that corporate life is not merely about deliverables and deadlines, but about human dignity.
And dignity, once denied, leaves scars deeper than any quarterly review.
So yes, it is raw.
Yes, it is imperfect.
But perhaps imperfection is the most authentic mirror of our corporate existence.
Rachana Bahel
