Life Poem by Sanjukta Dash

Diary is overflowing
Schedule is packed to the brim..
No time to stand and stare
Even in wee hours in the morning
Way back home
No short cut in the evening
Office has an excuse
But social arena don't have
Shuttling in between..
Still advocate for
Work-life perfect equation
Making up personal work
In the cubicle
Managing a short nap
In commutation

Still not tired, never sick
Nor the day is hectic
No irritation no escape
From the situation
Never accept the word impossible
Tomorrow is not for today's stale
If there is no multi tasking
If there are not many dead lines
At the same time,
Is not it …. just moving on….? ? ?
Without living minute to minute
The celebration called "LIFE"….? ? ? ? ? ?