The day dreamer’s blank page
Is filled with the scribbles.
Not understandable but intellectual it seems;
Sleeping on the carpet,
Smelling the dust and room freshener,
Waking up to the hustle bustle, he grins.
Counting the two over head tube lights
Through the perforated frame in the ceiling;
Or listening to the shush of the Air conditioning vent,
Reading numerous times those sign boards for Exit;
Thinking of leaving every moment, but never, in time, he went.
Papers of importance pinned to the desk
Have never been read so far,
While leaving for a last time,
He glanced through it for hours.
Remembered the ergonomics,
Exercised for 2 minutes,
Had tour of the floor,
And felt it’s time to go;
And with the last letter on his table,
Another common man left us quietly so.