Once again, back to a translation .... Well not exactly a perfect translation. Maybe we will call plagriased.
Friendship
Gulping food in haste
Catching a crowded bus
Hang on the footboard
Rush to the office
Escaping the growl of the boss and
Pestering of the colleagues
Clarifying a million doubts
For a buxom typist
And slide into the seat
To push pencil .... and
Lunchtime arrived
When I came close to the window
Opened the Lunchbox
Like always, peeped in the Baby squirrel.
The original is fairly old , about 2 decades maybe, wish the poet saw life today. These all are still there, but ... Only no space for the baby squirrel to peep in ...
Posted by: T. Shrikanth (T.S)
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Beautiful T.S. Just love this one. I can picture this actually, another humdrum day, catching the morning bus or the 9.15, rushing to the office and jostling with everyday chores, when suddenly life peeps at you. The moments of truth, the joy of small things. Thank you again.
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