"THE IMAGE OF A THWART....."

Here I do present the image of a thwart,

Returns who to the home with the same heavy pant..

Throws he himself to his rejected bed,

After returning from work with a tensed head....

Twelve hours a day he works,

Twice an hour,his forehead,he smacks..

What mildews him is the cruel job's burden,

Wants he relief from this dejection all of a sudden....

Rest he needs in the solacing solarium,

But the incomplete work keeps him in a state of glum..

The "eau-de-cologne" too can't refresh his mind,

Thus turn splentic,the people of his kind....

Sundays too he doesn't get the leisure time,

It is for him that "Resting is a horrendous crime"..

Often tries he hard to express his creativity,

But lack of time ever keeps him in mental ambiguity....

At eve,the jubilant soiree,he can't attend,

At night, to sleep in peace,he can't pretend..

"QUIT HIS JOB"!!He is not that mettlesome,

Finally,Its constant frustration that adds to his troublesome sum....