I sit half thinking, half relaxed
here’s the time when am not taxed
leaving work and designation
that bore slavery and recognition
Am no more bound to work anymore
nor do i search for, at any door
I sit casually with my tea
loving and loathing the time that’s free
Unable to think of what to do
To do, to do, to act no clue.
I should practice quietness
for doing snatches happiness
I should just sit happy for a while
Travel inside and work in style
for bread and butter has its own source
I need not get up for any force
In steps i try to travel inside
but thrown away by high tide
still being trapped with work outside
i sit here and sit on the other side