Without Work Poem by Pushkar Bisht

Without Work



Without work everything seems to be empty.
We get bored easily and soon.
Our mind flows here & there in search of something.
Our amusement remains no longer interesting.
What to do and what not to do becomes a big problem for us.
Question after question arises in our mind.
Our heart becomes restless and quick.
The beat of our heart increases and decreases.
Our face turns exhausted.
Our whole body aches.
We long for work but no work.
What happens at last to us we don't know?
That is a bad experience through which we go.

Saturday, April 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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Pushkar Bisht

Pushkar Bisht

Pithoragarh Uttaranchal
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