Good Morning!

Posted: July 24, 2015/Under: Uncategorized/By: Reema D'souza


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I somehow wake up to the rays of the morning sun,

Thinking that I’m early and I consider my first battle for
the day won.

But when I check the time,

I realize how late I am.

Panic strikes me and jump with a start,

My bad luck has played its part.

The water isn’t hot,

And I realize the battle is still being fought.

In my hurry to get dressed,

I spill food on my dress, leaving it in a mess.

When I finally manage to get going,

I see the usual bus only overflowing!

For the next bus as I wait,

I curse my fate.

I get into the next bus,

Though it is full, I make no fuss.

I’m being pushed and pulled in all directions,

For the torture I go through there are no restrictions.

When I finally manage to get off the bus alive,

I realize I’ve to be in office in five.

Towards the office I now run,

As if someone is chasing me with a gun.

At that very moment my shoes tear,

I know fate is being so unfair!

As I jump and hop with my bare feet,

I look at disgusted as I greet!

I huff and puff as I climb the stairs,

For the elevators have some urgent repairs!

When I finally reach telling myself that it is going to be a
bad day,

The guard greets me saying” Good Morning Ma’am, today is a
holiday!”