The Office Firewall: A Caution

You were the office royalty, the "Bong girl" dream, With a queue of admirers, a full-blown team. Management gawked with their corporate stares, While I hid in the back, avoiding the snares. You had layers of security, stronger than code, Like 2FA and MFA on a digital road. I didn’t want to be one more bee in your hive, Getting stung for a drop, just to feel alive. To us, you were famous, a star on the floor, While I was just clocking and heading out the door. I left that circus a year ago now, Escaping the chaos, escaping the vow. Then news hit the grapevine—a classic, of course— You were on a sabbatical, nursing a force. Something about your eyes? A three-month retreat? While I’m out here searching for love on the street. Now my heart’s still pining, looking for "homely," A nice Bengali girl to keep me from lonely. I want someone to cherish, to care, and to wed, Instead of obsessing o'er office ghosts in my head.