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This Monday was like a little boy waiting in front

This Monday was like
a little boy waiting in front of a shop,
asking for a mere toffee.

The shopkeeper assured to give.
Queues after queues were served but the boy. 

The shopkeeper was sure he can't afford to buy.

Now, the shopkeeper is about to put down the shutter,
the boy couldn't even stutter, leave fighting.

He became an 'it'. Unwillingly.
There's so much to do,
and it can't revert.
It have money but words.

Too much overwhelmed.
Too much blank. 
You know blankness?


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This Monday was like
a little boy waiting in front of a shop,
asking for a mere toffee.

The shopkeeper assured to give.
Queues after queues were served but the boy. 

The shopkeeper was sure he can't afford to buy.

Now, the shopkeeper is about to put down the shutter,
the boy couldn't even stutter, leave fighting.

He became an 'it'. Unwillingly.
There's so much to do,
and it can't revert.
It have money but words.

Too much overwhelmed.
Too much blank. 
You know blankness?


Participate in the #rapidfire and tell us what this #mondaywaslike for you.

My favourite entries posted before 10 pm IST will be highlighted tomorrow. #YourQuoteAndMine
Collaborating with YourQuote Baba