Worthless
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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They call me a workless guy
What they mean is worthless
Envious they're and that's why
Don't like my leisurely pace!
I ain't the one to run the race
Make do with my small needs
I hate to wear a worried face
Bear a mind where darkness breeds!
I don't wanna run a race
Where the end ever recedes
Hate to be for the time pressed
Yet finding needs increased!
I give a damn taking it too hard
Love to run my time as own
Penning a poem feeding a bird
Watering dreams homegrown!
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