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Rent And Maintenance

Women is in stress to pay rent 


The jobs that pays rent, let us raise a toast
Coz it is there that we spend our time most!

Come Monday and Begins 'la routine quotidienne'
And Though its Saturday, there's no respite again
'C'est la vie' is what  my mom says
Coz work is all, that with you stays....

Indeed our lives are so full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
When Was last, at a daisy you looked
Or for that matter, a meal you cooked?

Hours you spend on a overseas client call
'Reached home' is the message for mom, that's all
Thanks to jio, You 've unlimited free calling
But for a friend with time, I am still waiting

I decorate on the shelves the books that I buy
The bard and Dickens are still waiting for me to try
So dust coats itself on the book laden shelf
And no time for self in this quest for pelf

All the takeaway menus are now by heart
But dinner table talk, I don't know how to start
Deliver at my doorstep, Grofers and Bigbasket
But where is the fun of Bargaining in the market

Countless like me, nap in air conditioned Uber and Ola
But don't get to hear political views of the autowalla
Salary gets credited by the first, that's all fine
But rent, maintenance and the maid take it away before nine...

To jobs that pays rent, let us raise a toast
Because its there that we spend our time Most!!!


Written By- Satyamedh Nandedkar

Comments

  1. I love that phrase where you said "Come Monday and Begins 'la routine qoutidienne'" I can truly relate. I love this joyous poem that you've made! C'est la vie! but la vie is belle and we need to enjoy most of it.

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