Bored, bored and bored,
There's nothing to do,
How much it irritates me,
You would have no clue.

Bored, bored and bored,
This word roams around me,
I tried to hide everywhere,
But this word again found me.

My father said,
Go play with your friends.
My mom said,
Go check out new craft trends.

But I want something fun,
That builds my interest,
Should I make a paper gun,
Or model of Earth's inner crust?

The daily routine I followed,
Followed me the boredom,
I got to know I will never be satisfied,
I will never get freedom.
- JIGYASA TAKKAR