Not that I don’t long for you,
Don’t think, don’t miss, don’t pain,
But I live the life of a busy man with
No time to spend in vain.
How each day of mine passes!
I slog from morning till late night
Then I decide I shall write to you
But end up just sleeping tight.
You know the woes of a busy man,
Now, don’t you, my dear –
Every minute is of great value
But don’t you have any fear
‘Cause every time I see the flowers,
The cards, the gifts, the cake-shop
All those birthdays and dates I ‘ve missed,
Right back into my mind they drop
And I pause, and I stand for a while
May be, I should give you a call
The next moment my mobile beeps
O! The stock market has taken a fall.
hey! its just the way i feel about getting in touch with my old friends....lol
A very hilariouis way of expressing your curiosity. Well done. Regards- Pradeep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny write! But you should find time and not lose yourself in the labyrinth of excuses. Enjoyed it.