Waking up early every morning,
I get up and find myself running,
To catch the bus to go to office,
And rush to the lifeless edifice.
This has been my duty for so long,
And I reach there just before the gong,
Strikes with its roaring metallic noise,
That makes me loose my poise.
The day is always hectic,
With the hours of work being erratic,
I have no choice but to comply,
With the rules they employ.
When I have time to free my brains,
I think of ways to break the sprains,
That is inflicting innumerable pains,
And my imagination is in taints.
Like a bridled horse running on a busy road,
I shout my distress like a hungry toad,
Waiting for a slithering snake to hear,
And gobble me up to solve my grievances, forever.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Matrix Reloader (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, August 20 2004, 12:15 pm|
Sounds like you are preffering Death than the beautiful ... Enjoy with what you possess and solve all your grievances when you face it then n there.... ALL THE BEST
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