A cup of piping hot tea
The morning newspaper spread before me
I sit on the bed
Meticulously scanning the advertisement columns
On the lookout for a job!
One to suit me-
Oh! anything would do for a start
Ah! here's one - I pounce
Enthusiastically I apply
Anxiously I await
Running down to meet the postman
Dissappointed I return.
Days drag on endllessly
Frustration brought on
As a friend gets a clerical post
Another fills in a leave vacancy
Others doing diplomas
In computer, tourism and whatnot
Myself trying a hand at tailoring
While searching the newspapers
Passing each day
Awaiting the next day's newspaper!
Sujata, too bad you can't find employment writing poetry, it would seem the perfect job for you. Well done... I'm sure many can relate! Brian
The job chase....it's crazy out there.... Liked ur poem... Preets
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, Sujata, the agony of waiting...... i cannot think of it. But to love and love in return... great joy. Thanks Sujata, beautiful.....!