Very much into the mundane
funds, revenue, haunt me
deadlines, commitments
tear me apart,
as I recline in exhaustion.
Rupee ebbs and falls
promises scare me, I count,
calculate, tabulate all through
'the night burning the mid night
oil, My eyes beseech.
I keep going with a drive.
Unable to remain alert
I fall asleep and in the dream
the currency floats, assurances fly
I sink slowly into a coma .
Compulsion
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Re: Compulsion
I like the theme. Midnight oil is way overused...Toss it. "beseech" isn't a word one would use in contemporary speech. I like the idea of keeping imagery to calculations and images of money.
Re: Compulsion
Good theme, Meena, but I agree with Bob about 'midnight oil' and 'beseech'
Look forward to your revision
Eira
Look forward to your revision
Eira