veeraiyah subbulakshmi


My Happiness And My Work.. - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

When I had given my emotional key to my boss,
And the work, they always liked to play pranks,
With my heart, I couldn’t sleep at night,
And then I retrieved the keys from these fools,
Of not easily satiating impulse and profit,
At the expense of human with flimsy hearts,
When return from work, I am not weaker anymore,
But wiser to live my relaxing time happier,
My emotional key doesn’t have to do,
Anything with my work, that pays for the days,
My life is too long and I have to be strong,
I maintain this key with no more bangs.


Comments about My Happiness And My Work.. by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

  • Gold Star - 31,578 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/1/2014 10:34:00 PM)

    good one, feeling of every one, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 1, 2014



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