End of first week at work,
You have already lost track of the clock.
With berries in your pocket
Your mind is in a docket
To the daffodils of Wordsworth
And leisure of Davies
Humor from Scott
Wit from Buchwald
Throw open the rules
Throw away those tools
When at 9 you walk a mile
Tiredness gives away to a little smile
Sipping cup of coffee
Listening to the odyssey
Staring at the beauty
Munching some fruity
Ecstasy to attain
Outside the window pane
Dance in the rain
Away from the unnerving pain
The smell will be over
Before you even realize
For something gives hint
But the Nature just arrives.
Stuck on the first smell of rain this monsoon
You have already lost track of the clock.
With berries in your pocket
Your mind is in a docket
To the daffodils of Wordsworth
And leisure of Davies
Humor from Scott
Wit from Buchwald
Throw open the rules
Throw away those tools
When at 9 you walk a mile
Tiredness gives away to a little smile
Sipping cup of coffee
Listening to the odyssey
Staring at the beauty
Munching some fruity
Ecstasy to attain
Outside the window pane
Dance in the rain
Away from the unnerving pain
The smell will be over
Before you even realize
For something gives hint
But the Nature just arrives.























