Till Its End Poem by Subhengi Ghosh

Returning from work late at night,
The streets were dark without any light.
To this it was slowly raining,
Going home and cooking was paining.
I reached home to see power cut,
I dashed with the table and was hurt.
Finally after settling down by the window with a sandwich,
Looking at the view I thought if I was on the beach.
The raindrops and soft breeze would have touched my feet and face,
And I would have surrendered myself to this solace.
Hot cooked sea food would have served my platter,
Mouth watering chocolate mousse following it later.
The most desirable moment to have a sound sleep,
In a small cot besides the beach which is so deep.
Suddenly my mobile rang,
And I woke from my dream with a bang.
It had a message which said tomorrow meeting sharp at eight,
I told to myself forget the beach this is my life and I have to fight.
Next day after the meeting it was announced, an office picnic at beach this weekend;
I told to myself this is my life and it will listen to me till its end.