I turn busy all too soon
before I could realize
I am into so many things.
a bit tiring, mostly rewarding.
The one which eluded
for a decade, dragging me
to court, case, bureaucratic
formalities holds promises.
The other, my very own,
a prospective source
on a newly built Highway,
breathes fresh, a treasure house.
The third one, my pet project
my dream rather, has turned
a reality, I start work, pause,
begin once again, go fast, a bliss.
Finicky I am as I wish
to be personally
involved, delegating
is not in my records.
Once into it, I go
in full flow. A practice
I do right from childhood.
It is my work culture.
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