Floatsam and Jetsam

Day dawns on me breathlessly with drudgery, Gayless is my countenance to elude the cartload of tasks. Yeah is only the option that makes me trot with lunch box, Mayhem is the state of affairs that drain me out and out. Recuperating with tiny box to resume, Munndane tasks when everything is drab and drowsy. Rejuvenating with break for tea and, Lampooning the lives of others with mediocre actions. The twilight of the day in the company, Of sunset stretches for my hand for outing. Budging an inch by inch with buzzing and bustling thoughts, Knowing thereby to be in the vortex of life. Moving earth and heaven to get reprieve of thorn ridden way, Hoping to make it to stoical life. That turns to be the tranquilizer of repressing all ripples of life..!!