Work-Life Balance

Catching the dusty sun beyond my home;

Across a line of borrowed water

Dying, still, between two slabs of concrete;

Grey half-circles under its eyes,

In a hurry to leave,

The day’s pending jobs hiding in twilight

To reappear at daybreak

When a dusty sun rises.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. apoorvmat says:

    Beautiful! Hope you’re well 🙂

    1. Thank you. I’m very well. I hope you & Amrita too are doing great.

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