Deliverance Poem by Vishorag Shadja

Thinking while I was far away,
On a well deserved holiday,
I call my boss and leave a voicemail;
That my soul is not for sale.

Gales of laughter and wind,
With time, it had thinned.
So happy these people look;
Like Mary Sue from the book.

Like flies to a jar of honey,
I used to run behind money.
When I see happiness all around,
To miss that, I am bound.

Job do I now quit,
And idly at home do I sit?
Or get on that wagon,
Travel n' fly like a dragon?

My phone showed today's date,
Noticing my heart's increasing rate,
I called my boss and told him that,
I am not at all coming back…!