Schedules
The buzz of
the household, the whirr of the appliances, the clockwork of chores.
A quiet
home. A quieter home-office.
The boss of
everything. Everything under control.
And then a
startling rush of loneliness.
A
loneliness never felt, even as just a speck,
amidst tall trees, the mighty ocean and the wide blue sky.
That is called freedom. Enjoy it:D
ReplyDeleteBut jokes apart, lovely poem.