As I wait for my workstation to be done for today, I keep looking at the time and every minute takes hours. Sometimes I feel I should be paid by the minute instead of the per day. In that case the last few minutes should yield me more money than the rest of the time. But suddenly I realize that this isn't a specific thought. This thought is as varied as the humanity and is diveresed throughout humanity irreespective of time and ages. Everyone feels the same thing and everyone falls into the iterative grasp for the last few minutes which just won't pass away when we need it to be ticking away the most. Its not that I have some important work to do or I 'want" to go some place, but the last minute makes the most emotions out of me. I attempted to defend this powerful thing that might make me irate as I wrote down patiently a lame poem in the last minutes of working at my desk.
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Oh! What a wonderful life; cuckoo though as it is,
Did the therapist know of even random moments?
The last minutes, the unbearable and exciting last minutes;
Yeah my friend of everything that you could list......
May be even from when you were a baby - the waiting in mother's wombs,
Waiting for the last minute to be shot out of the impecable relation
Or when u thought u were going back to home from school - yes the last minutes,
tored by unrest, anexiety and waiting for some non-important recreation ...
They could count to almost good- those so many last minutes of my life
When I waited for the school bell, when i waited to the end of a lecture;
The labs, the enourmous queues, the meetings and the orientations,
The waiting for public transport when i could see the bus - Oh the adventures!!! .....
Now am a grown man, despite what they say and I have grown patient;
Tied by duties and routines & strengthened by attributes;
It’s imaginative and interesting but it’s not that roaring,
But still I do a disgruntled roar with the same unrest and anexiety while working in the last minutes....
