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Day In And Day Out


the phrase hooks me.
Right from school, 
where my teachers 
sighing used to say 
day in and day out 
we tried our best.

That keeps ringing 
in my ears as does 
the school bell
manually operated 
 by Krishna, the one
who was assigned 
to pull the long
 rope.

Another synonymous 
delivery is that of 
the temple bell which 
strikes to the accompaniment 
of “Om, Om, ” , The sound 
reverberates as each pillar 
resound the sacred chant.

Day in and day out, as I see,  
we work, bathe, eat, 
envisage  no change
 in the regular. Monotony
 settles , Life moves on without
 a kick,  an accomplishment 
 unrewarding.