Very much into the mundane
funds, revenue, haunt me
deadlines, commitments
tear me apart,
as I recline in exhaustion.

Rupee ebbs and falls
promises scare me, I count,
calculate, tabulate all through
‘the night burning the mid night
oil, My eyes beseech.

I keep going with a drive.
Unable to remain alert
I fall asleep and in the dream
the currency floats, assurances fly
I sink slowly into a coma .


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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