Watching the sunrise from somewhere behind the concrete jungle.
Nothing to look ahead for or nothing to regret about yesterday's goof ups.
No proposals to be made about the upcoming projects or reports to be submitted about the completed ones.
No anxiety of facing the one man firing squad called the Boss.
No kids heckling you with their weekend plans, the list of movies to watch, new places to eat out in or birthday parties to attend.
A Normal Day has become a numb day.
4 comments:
Hi Paresh..nice to see a post from you after long..a very well penned poem about the current times..thank you for sharing..
Keep writing..
SN
Good to see your post, Paresh.
True !
True !
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