Somehow, day in and day out,
I get to meet you throughout,
To deal with at some sought,
Scheduled duties lay at doubt,
Of incompletes, to tackle their shout.

Day by day you are simply shown,
Hour by hour your value is known,
Certitude, a minute of day you are spoken,
Amid of rustles in a day.
Wailing a fellowship at no reason.
You neither wan nor wax.
But a tortune fact
To miss you for an hour of the day.

An individual tries to seethe
Of turmoil.
Hamlets are at rage
For their clarions too are at no usage.
Thou neither being a human nor a beast
But play a truant in individual's life.

People are known for jocund,
As, when you depart
never wish a bye,
But when you arrive,
We feel that serene
And greet you in.

Dated: 16.3.2013