Treasure Island

Anand Dixit

(01-01-1975 / Bangalore)

.Glass of whiskey and a cigarette

I wake up in the morning
Disoriented, in a daze
Know not if still dreaming
Confused, in a maze

Sun is screaming,
Coffee pot is whistling,
People are rushing
Meetings are waiting

Traffic rush, mad rush
Road rage, drive engage
New Email, mail trail,
Mail veil, hidden nail

Mad day, total fray
Info spray, they sway
Every day play
Day over, log off

People are rushing
Rub chrome, reach home
Play role of husband
Play role of father

Tired, winded, burnt out
Mind blank, Need a
Glass of whiskey and a cigarette
Glass of whiskey and a cigarette

Submitted: Monday, October 20, 2008

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  • Fred Babbin (2/1/2010 4:04:00 PM)

    I like your use of the words that have the sound of rushing, and the repetition of the sound in the rhyming. You really get the message across. (Report) Reply

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