INVINCIBLE, INVISIBLE TIME

POEM

All days bring me boredom

except Sundays.

Sundays being holidays

we the employed can

spend our time and make merry

with our families.

All working days

bring me boredom and truancy

waking me up by my better-half

in the wee hours of the morning

I finish my routine one by one

and until I get dressed

up for the occasion and have my breakfast

thanks to my wife

who wakes up

early morning and prod me up by a

glass of bed-coffee

and like a truant child cursing all gods

who remain invisible and invincible.

My wife prepares my lunch and

fill the tiffin carrier with

food and curries and  put it in my briefcase

who can very well read my mind but never

expresses on her face.

Planting kisses on her cheeks

I walk along the

road and catch the

bus which speeds

thru the road for three

hours and drop me at my bus-stop.

From 10AM to 5PM

keeping engaged

before the computer

I finished the day’s work

and take my brief-case

and walk to the station

which passes thru my

land and drop me at the bus stop.

On reaching my 

house I am a totally

pathetic and tired man.

Dear reader

tell me my predicament I go thru

each day.

Wish all days were

Sundays….who is

here to listen to

 my desire and thereby

making time stand still….

Time never stands still…..