It was a bright sunny day, and I wanted to rhyme,
Driving in style, little rash, as I was short on time.
Bike punctured, 5 km from office gate,
Boss was waiting, with files, as I was late
Murming, I went to the wash room,
And dusted off my dirty attire,
Come back and welcomed my boss’s satire,
βLearn to value time, wasting it is a crime”
I had to say sorry, all he said is, “Fine”
I scolded him quietly,
No voices in my horrifying shouts.
Well, after few irritating fights with excel cells,
I relaxed, to get over my boss’s yell.
Open my notepad, to write something cool,
Rolling me, my life, I feel like fool
I was unsure about what to write,
What a good topic can be,
I wanted to be funny and the topic is me,
What a wayward life it has been,
A girlfriend who always want time, disperse,
And no money for parents, which I can spare,
Clients are never happy, whatever I perform
I am in for a blunder, need major reform
So many issues, is there a fix?
Its time, once again, its dot on six
I fight with these thoughts, and look for a way
So I packed my bag and I was off for the day.