On the Job
My surroundings are playing with sound;
My ears are not working.
My surroundings are playing with light;
My eyes are not working.
The childhood was really good;
I was so foolish.
Now, who knows what happens to me!
I can no more relish.
All the colours vanish today;
Only black remains.
Yet, the hopeless mind dances around;
'Good' - no body says!
In the end I am in silent attire -
Even no time for a sob.
Then suddenly I realise that
I am on the job.
Copyright © Saibal Ray | Year Posted 2017
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