I quit my habitual smoking, <br />Not that I do not like it or health wise <br />Because I am not in a position to afford <br />And I dreamed of my new job in the land of opportunity. <br />I myself keep on standing nearby a decayed post office as a mail box <br />And my pale scrappy tongue oust as a moisturizer for stamps and envelopes. <br />Precious time runs like an unicorn and end of the month the weighty rent creeps like a venomous serpent. <br />Light, water and gas bills <br />This and that taps my head like a woodpecker. <br />What a sad brief sleep and a long non-stop run to earn? <br />Oh! I am almost tired my dearest <br />And this 'Work horse' really needs a rest either in a rickety stable. <br /> <br />*I humbly dedicate this poem to all my poet friends and the Attorney-at-law Mr.Surjit.Singh who appears for my political asylum case. <br /> <br />Postscript <br />Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; <br />O Death in life, the days are no more! <br />(Alfred, Lord Tennyson[1089-1892]) <br />-Tears, Idle tears-<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wearisome-toothless-crippled-horse-in-watercolour/
