The Routine Poem by Jay P Narain

Getting up early morning in dark,
Coming home after the work in dark,
the work routine keeps my eyes in dark,
the dreams of living in sunny California is shrouded in dark.

The daily life runs on this routine.
It may be a winter, summer, rainy, or a snowy day,
the routine lurks around to be followed that day,
On those few sick days, don't we wish that routine will stay away.

The bittersweet relation it carries,
It will be with me till I hang my hat one day,
Can't live a single day without it,
Always wished it will disappear some day,


The routine I love to hate,
sets my aims and goals every day,
Without a routine, my life will be in vain,
With the routine, I live my life over and over again.