I sat with my coffee mug
throwing out all those bugs ,
separating myself from heavy lugs

The day was tight
and sun was bright,
wandering of my duties
I often fight

I fought yesterday, even fighting today
for what shall I choose to make it right

Winter comes, and jumps , summer renders and tickles , I found rainy to be at huzzle
season has rules
so it cools, but men has blended
as like fools .

Packing my bags
I got tags ,
Showing my luck
I got stuck
The day was heavy ,
burdened by traffic, mom calling from corridor engaging in a gossip,
taking a piece of bread , I made a rush
for who shall give a push in bus

left my bottle and my sandle
I rushed for the...