Battle of the Boredom
Battle of the Boredom1 min 97 1 min 97
Battle of the boredom and the occupation
In the minefield of the mind
A daily affair in which no one wins.
Thoughts in the form of words come out in a spin
Nothing much to do, the work gets spread very thin.
Hands by habit reaches out to the mobile
A touch here and there, time passes awhile.
It is the turn of the boredom, which cannot be put down
It has its sway and the mind cannot get away.
Thus, the battle goes on like a seesaw
From dawn to dusk, ruled by a retirement law.
It is a bind of sorts, a trap of the mind
No escape, for ever I am confined.