Disheveled and unkempt was my room and hair…
I have to surely attempt to clean-up my lair.
Rudderless and aimless was that whole week,
Chances of me succeeding was quite bleak.
Getting up lazily, I tidied my hair and room,
Rushed with vigor and towel,into bathroom.
Getting ready fast,I re-imagined my day,
Which was utterly and totally in disarray.
Remembering to answer every question,
Trying hard I recite every section.
Skipping breakfast I run to the stop,
With a screeching sound, bus comes to a halt.
I reach the venue quick -on the dot,
To the company resembling Arthur's Camelot.
I answer every question without fail,
Without missing even a single detail.
Portraying myself big and versatile,
I reply quickly with a wise smile.
I walk back with a grin on my face,
With happiness and glowing grace.
I knew I had secured the job,
Hearing my quiet heart insanely throb.
The life that I thought was in disarray,
Felt as if I could easily breakaway.
Running my hands through my hair,
Disheveled or unkempt - I didn't care…
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