Up And Sleepless Poem by Apu Mondal

Who says I'm up
Actually I am lying on my
Back trying to get my eyes
Closed,
But they won't, not without
Worrying about tomorrow
The meeting with the delegates
The bonanza boss would offer
A weekly rendezvous with
My personal secretary
On tiled hotel veranda
Keeping all mobiles off
Worry about the aftermath
That's not on the calendar
The woman next me snores
As the hours fly
Is it hot after that peg of rum
But I can still manage on my
Own

(C) Apu Mondal @ 2025.