Four walls and the hum of air condition
Tiny cabin is part of my life called office
My creative mind is looking around
Searching for something to make the poem
When in exasperation I look up at the roof
It inspire me to reach the sky
Stressed out and hot when I look at fan
Receive the message to be as cool
The mirror which always shows image
Sends a quiet message to reflect before I act
Claustrophobic feelings when invade
Window shows me the freedom of the world
The door at the far side of cabin
Tells me to push hard to achieve my goals
And last but not least the ticking clock
Shows me the preciousness of every minute I have
And finally the smiling family photo on my desk
Made me aware of myriad of blessings I have.
I tried to read words in all objects
And finally formed my own message
Each one giving me a smile
And goading me to think and act
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Hello Ehsaas!
Spontaneous burst of expression.Anything you see what triggers your mind instantly and vomits your emotions is what is poem.Very few people are gifted with that ! No doubt you are one !Congrats Ehsaas for spurting about your office.Yesterday when i was going to my office by train I was just thinking what if all Sulekhans travel in a train chatting, singing etc .It reminds me of Mohammed Rafis song "Savere wali Gaadi se chale jayenge! Kuch leke jaayenge! kuch dEke jaayenge!
I will edit this song and post a blog in a day!
AB
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AB
Thanks for ur words of appreciation. look forward to reading ur blog on saver waali gaadi se
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Thanks for ur words of appreciation. look forward to reading ur blog on saver waali gaadi se
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