I t’s a wonderful spring morning,
First rays of the sun are winking,
And the alarm goes on ringing,
Oh God, can’t wake up, I’m snoozing;
There I stand brushing,
I can see the treadmill smiling,
You missed it again, it says
Yet again, the routine of jogging!
Where’re car keys, I set out searching
Oh, it’s getting late, I’ve a meeting!
There I was calling the cabbie, I say,
Please spare me the horror of driving!
I sit in car with air conditioning,
Who listens? But FM goes on playing,
Doesn’t he understand my urgency?
Can’t he drive fast but I see him dozing;
I find myself at the lounge barging,
Can’t stand at security for checking,
I remembered my oath to take stairs,
I take lift, sorry, my work is calling!
Finally I’m at my seat, relaxing,
Can find mugs that need cleaning,
And the boring thought-for-the-days,
“Love-the-job-you-do”s, I’m sneering!
There I see my neighbour frowning,
Contemptuous look she’s showing,
“Don’t-you-know — how-to-behave?”
I feel that satire, I set out working;
Functions, procedures — I’m coding,
I feel the faint fragrance lingering,
I look around to see, there she is!
Seducing and hazy eyed, beaming;
Can’t take eyes off her, I’m dreaming,
Reluctantly, I continue my coding,
Oh this week is the deadline, but
Oh, the crappy code isn’t compiling!
I find something missing, oh
It’s green tea I should be drinking,
It burns calories, isn’t it, I’m thinking,
Waste of time going to park running
I grow slim sooner than exercising!
Oh isn’t it time, I need to be rushing,
I’ve a date to keep, she’ll be waiting,
That status mail I need to be sending,
Why on earth does he need now?!
I hit enter fiercely, I see my neighbour smirking;
Good gracious, I kept my date, I’m beaming,
But little more work keeps calling,
I settle before the system working,
Oh I couldn’t watch the Sherlock series,
Give me some me-time, I find myself asking!
Uff, I’m done finally, I’m relaxing,
I hear my smartphone buzzing,
Oh its the whatsapp group, need to
Make sure I’m not virtually dead!
I send forwards and set out pinging;
Here I come to the end of confessing,
I know how these ‘-ing’s are bothering,
They never have an end, but continuous,
I can listen to the books, guitar, treadmill,
Smartphone in harmony singing,
Time is all yours, why waste it searching
Awake! Go and find your living!
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