Hurry Hurry…its six…
Something needs to be fix..
Watch rings..but I throw it out..
They yell..out..yell out hard..
Suddenly, I realize..I need to run..fast..
Reach there always always late..
I always say its my fate…
We are grown ups..not even asked why late?? ..
Then yawn all time..its lack of sleep I know and he says..too
I am helpless..with this messy hair, unironed clothes..
I laugh at this…
Then reach there again late..
Again all the blames to fate..
Work Work and Yawn Yawn…
Scolded because it always become mistake..
She is the one..who am I ???
Its fun as well all the day to talk and talk
Then suddenly a look over the watch gives a hint
Time up here..need to reach there on time..
I pretend there that I am all fine..
No I am never tired..because I needed to go on air..
But the problem is I always fear..
The again back to the place I belong..
Chilly nights..dark ways..
Lights sometimes and blackout somedays..
Fear I fear..when they stop and check license..
Run again fast very fast..
Sometimes tyres burning in the night..
What the hell…why they fight…
Then reach here…being so tired..
She is always fired..asks isn’t it too late??..
Then again I say its all fate..
Then needed to do the assignments
What do I do now..check out few lines..
Again I throw it out…
I say to myself its absurd to read at this hour..
There is always “tomorrow” ( Jay Bholi )
Then the routine goes on..like the cycle..
Again blames to fate..why only 24 hours…
Its not enough…
P.S. Isn’t it absurd..Isn’t it funny..what do I get after all…I need to die one day…
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