Shifting base is always a bug bear,
Well, that has become the regular fare,
A month here and months there keep it bare,
Nothing to rely ,but many things to care.
It was sheer envy seeing the movement before,
The same feeling lasts no more,
Moving places is a not fun all the more,
It turns out to be a terrific toil ever more.
Seeing places is extremely joyous,
Living in different places renders experience gregarious,
Going about all the time becomes tedious,
Releasing a morbid sensation accurately clueless.
Every life has a wear and tear,
Sitting firmly in a place is a fortunate chair,
Roaming in quest of livelihood is a sordid share,
Anyhow to get all in life is truly rare.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “It is Life Nothing More.”
I wonder some time about the migrant workers’ life…what a strain it must be with so many unknowns.