There is a time When nothing goes right Anything that you touch Turns into stone At work, candidates ignore you All the relationships built Through days of hard work Evaporate on that day The world seems to turn against you Leaving you frustrated and helpless And left with no alternative But to take the blame Squarely on your own shoulders Wishing you could be anywhere But in your own body
As time passes by Slower than a snail You greatest desire Is that the day should end And you are put out of your misery However, Fate has other plans While you are determined To escape from the rush In the famous Mumbai locals Vodafone decides to come to the party The network falls apart Leaving you watching helplessly As Uber and Ola fail to load And Fate wears a gloating smile As you are forced To board the dreaded train And simply adjust Amongst a sea of commuters Your greatest desire Is that the day should end
Poem written by me yesterday while waiting for the local train and reflecting on a frustrating day on the whole