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A poem on my #workspace #OgilvyBangalore #3rdFloor #tribute

The gentle strum of the guitar floating through the air
A murmur of voices, some loud, a few laughs
An outline of the Buddha traced on a red wall
Sporting real black sunglasses, 
I'm not joking at all
My desk in the middle of all this activity
That’s #Ogilvy!
What happens within is all destiny!
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