A new yet usual morning,
Coffee's aroma surrounds again.
Sizzle of frying eggs at the bustling corner café-
Sounds and smells of early day.
Rush of the subway station.
Some familiar faces but still unknown
An unsmiling rare nod from a man,
Who shared a seat one similar morning.
A wide-eyed kid
Stares at my un-American appearance,
Next moment turns his eyes
From my smiling face.
Cringing again from a homeless person,
Who tries to squeeze through the narrow spaces.
And I clutch my hand-bag to the chest,
As if in it whole life I encase.
I sneak a peek at a handsome face,
A cheerful sight in the usual humdrum.
Averting my eyes for a fleeting second,
Coming back to it, to gaze again.
Walking two blocks to my office
Remembering it was a donut-day.
In spite of the full breakfast in the morning,
Picking the do-nut treat on my way.
A pile of work waits with patience.
Typing with fresh fingers,
That tire easily,
With passing of the day.
For you and me both,
With some variation,
Life passes by,
Day-by-day.
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