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Knave
Drab, dull,drizzly Monday morning
Busy vehicular traffic ..the city bus stop
Buses halt for a minute-ingests school children
Cigarette dangling from chaffed lips
The Office Man dressed and 'tied'
Impatient,stressed,waiting for his office bus
Thumbs his palmtop typing his work schedule
Wife,loving children........ all forgotten
Gazing up at the monsoon flowers bright
Would it waste Time if he cared to gaze long
Feel the cool spray ... feel the nature
He could've opened his brolly and shut it
Mind has already arrived at his office desk
Luxury office bus takes him aboard
Office Zombie feels comfortable in seat no. nine
Sky has cleared the weather now fine
Bright sun shining... the bus is rushing
Where is he going? How important is his work ?
Is he happy on the morning of Monday ?
Face clean shaven.. fragrance of after-shave
His heart is heavy,he's no King, he's a Knave !!
©bishu
I enjoyed this, as well as
I enjoyed this, as well as the others I've read tonight.
Keep stringing the words my friend,
everytime you do there's a poem at the end.
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How old we are; it doesn't matter when it comes to behaving in public, especially when a person has too much to do in the near future! Many a times we feel so impatient that we forget the place we are, as our mind is so preoccupied. A begger may be a king in his beggerly kingdom, where as a middle class person can never ever scale the summit as he is unlikely to rise above mediocrity. But, then there are exemptions! It's a great write Mr. Bishu that makes one imagine of what it looks like in the morning and the absent minded behaviour of the office goer!
Ben