Mood
I'm not in the mood
To write anything good
Few days back
I had my days of rest
Though I have returned
My mind is slow to get on the track
At the start of the month
I only wished for vacation
And celebration
Despite the fulfilment of wishes
I still crave for more
The pile of work has raised
My boss's face has turned red
I think he must have got
The heap of woods
Which he is going to burn
After arranging me over it
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