DeadlinesA Poem by Deepika Though it sounds as lethal as a sharp knife, It is as powerful to keep me full of life
Gives me an illusion of running an Olympic race, Got no thrill in increasing the initial pace, So I make procrastination part of my game, Not paying heed to the clock’s timely hum
It’s just like chilling my back for days, And at once sit on the fire to reduce the freeze, Sob at the end ‘cause of the burning blaze, Try hard to find some refuge, unable to face
Suffocation & sleeplessness become new symptoms, Time enjoys her days, making me her victim Complaining becomes my current ritual, Peace turns out into a concept that’s virtual
Like an imaginary noose that drives the lazy to
work, To please the time, I work round the clock!
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