My Complaint Poem by Gaurav Bhaduri

Work never seems to end
day in-n-out working goes.
Please may I get a break some time
in the break, work seems to grow.

It is like the weeds I see
in the soil, they seem to grow.
How ever I may pluck them out;
they find there way again and sow.

Work-a-haloes is what my friend call me.
to them work is easy cake
But work in-n-out like me
and you’ll be a hockey stick.

Work-n-work-n-work I see
even work in everyday chores.
Oh! This work never seems to end
with me it also grows.

'17th June,2007'