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Literature Poems A Journey to Office
Literature Poems A Journey to Office
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As I rush to the sleepy sun
The sun dazzles in taxi’s glass
Like a prank played by my friend As it comes with its smoky gas With my hand I wave and wend. When I am safe inside the car Away from the waking sun The smoke of dreadful like cigar - Is a guest that bothers none. Trees on foot-paths to me does stare As they count my office track I find them less by one number Each day while returning back People who stroll along the street In the now half scorching sun I find them increase and compete With each other, one by one At last I hear office come near And the driver parks his ‘car’ Splash of dirty mud greet it’s tyre And some on those who aren’t far I reach the gate and look back Shying from the blazing sun Try to ignore my skin get black Each day though I try to shun.
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