When I am busy,
Destiny chooses his way
And turn things go hayway.

When I am busy,
Minutes, hours days fly
Moment rests by in a forgotten corner.

When I am busy,
Riches flow in,
To flush the pennies of togetherness
Collected in money bank.

When I am busy,
Glamour clamours
Peace shreds into distant silence
Between two closests,
Now confined in their own closet.

© Amrita Chandan