It is packing up once again.
It is a periodical schedule all again.
A month here and a month there all again.
puts one to no profitable gain.
A long drive down the road,
in the Express Highway broad,
is pleasurable for not too often trod,
exhaustively tiring for a monthly slot.
Up in the air for half a day,
right from the morning ray,
sitting with a fastened belt all day,
p
ushes one to the edge of the bay.
Formalities at the port of departure,
leaves one in discomfiture,
Similar rituals at the arrival is a feature,
creating agony and exertion in a single capture.
The up and down movement is throbbing.
What for the mind starts probing?
Might be to clinch a fortune is the lobbying.
Alas! it is a meaningless expedition almost a robbing.
Meenas Poems 