It seemed like an ordinary day
An annoying review in the morning
Don't have to worry about it, much
Yet reviews are never pleasant
Something could go wrong
And this could end up being that
Did not like what I had to say
Had not prepared the way I had to
Standing in front of the bored faces
Talking about materials and matter
Clothes and their properties
I would have been bored too
If I found myself a listener
Reviewer reviewed by circling numbers
On a paper, I had to save for long
My talk continued for a bit
Then I gave them work and moved away
Till it was time to play
Under the hot sun running here and there
Chasing and kicking a ball
With a goal to kick it into a goal
I was sapped at the end of it
Wished to go home to get some sleep
But the day was only inching towards half time
A brief work interlude gave way to
Movement and poses as per a French wish
Memorable lunch of sambar and curd rice
With many appalams and fruits
As I walked back from dining room
An elderly colleague walked by
With her bag by her side and tears in her eyes
Was it so or did I imagine it?
Two hours later, I knew it was not imagination
A new entrant to her family
Was taken away, early and quite rudely
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