Life And Work..

I am waiting behind you, Watching what you do, You have to no eyes at the back, But my eyes can see your deeds and you, Sometimes you lean on me for support, Call me a pillar to your suffering luxurious life, Sometimes you press your hands near my heart, Not knowing it would hurt and suffocate me a lot. You collect all those treasures for me to play, Boarding on the planes and voyaging in the seas, Signing and swiping the cards and the hearts of others, I am waiting silently behind you with drops of tear in my eyes. When I was beside you, holding our hands tight, I was euphoric, wearing our skating shoes, Frozen ice felt our heat and started to melt at once, Those were the days, now you are one step before me. Behind your back, life does not look very meaningful, My wings can’t be open, as it may hurt your repute, Your attention not at the place where it should be, Life and work are two different things, but you mingled them as one.