Almost on every week end,
I stay at my place,
Till the weekends,
With little or no work kept...
How the time passes,
What exactly I do,
Simply browse,
Or a call takes away the day.
Move out and see the world,
Many say to me ,
But somehow I find myself,
Alone with no one to go around..
From cleaning my clothes,
To fighting with the cook,
Crying for food,
To drying clothes on a hook..
My days meander around,
Petty tasks like these,
Yet I feel no desire,
To go out and see..
Could be lazy,
Could be sceptical,
Could be missing,
Some people I dearly love.
In an unknown city,
With an unknown language,
How much one can do,
With few number of friends..
But I do keep up with my days,
Waiting patiently,
When I will have the time to see all,
With someone I dearly Love!
By,
Tulika jyoti vardhan
2 comments:
good one..:)
Awesome .. after a long time i came here to see what flowing from you.. and always its spectacular.. wish to see you a full fledged writer once day .. wish you all the best...
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