A week long work
can’t say much more.
A simple schedule gets
complicated for nothing.
Endurance heads to nothing
new. Back to the old.
I hear a shout,
see a celebration.
A misunderstanding
prompts such a mood.
The nuances of the language
is least understood, I note.
Not only the intricacies
the bare facts are misconstrued.
words compromise and consent
take colours. Considered as a win.
might be the reason
for unwanted rejoice.
I do not know
what to do?
either to smile
seems to be too little.
or that of a laugh
fits in with ease.
I stand bewildered
for a while.
Then break into laughter.
Hear a loud guffaw.
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