Westminster Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The departure of a dream at 2: 30 PM
Here is the last call for boarding
A vacation from reality that lasted for decades meant the world to me
The world arrives via a crash landing at 2: 30 PM

This level of enjoyment does not belong
It is offensive and unjust and your face looks like a shrivelled apple core
In memoriam - Excitement in getting up in the morning

Now your collar is full of starch
And you finally have the right unpleasant face on
Because you feel it
Welcome to the material world but your thoughts and desires are of the immaterial world
One day I will find my way back to you