Office Meeting
The stretched moments and the yawns I swallow are bitter
Mr. Boss keeps rolling his eyes
Sleep is camping behind my eyelids and I hopelessly endeavour to defeat it
You can't blame me when everything smells like my grandma's afternoon tea
My thoughts are galloping on his office walls like wild stallions
Sleep is piercing my soul like geyser of water
Mr. Boss shakes his hands in the air not knowing my horses' tails are tangled up on his index finger
My horses spin like the Sufi men from the East
My Laughter spills into the grim space of the office
Horses neigh merrily and bite Mr.Boss' frown lines
All is good now!
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Rahy Hy | Year Posted 2015
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