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by Sai Vara Prasad Potharaju Feb 26, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
The sun rises for me at ten, Because I never hear the sound of a hen.. With my sober face I glance through the newspaper, Then I shatter it like a wastepaper.. Then I glue my face to the television, To have a world vision.. With great difficult I move from TV to have a bath, So that I could be on the path.. I venture out to have lunch, So that I could be back with a punch.. I try to take a nap, So that there could be a gap.. I wake up and go near the tap, So that I could venture again on a map.. I buy some snacks to eat, So that I could be back to repeat my morning feat..