Waiting for the day
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Waking up at 9'O clock, I never saw sun rising. Still getting out of bedsheet, Of course not smiling. No one really care, Whether I slept or not. Well now it's time to open up, It's April! Days are too hot. But honestly, I never forget to say, That I'm waiting for the day. When this inertia will end. But for now, let's contend. Seeing my Mom praying, Ringing bells burning sticks, Is a difficult task. I want to let her know that God isn't listening. But what if she never asks. It's so hard to believe, at least for me. That someone is there who's helping everyone... and not me. But I never forget to say, That I'm waiting for the day, When this scepticism will end. But for now, let's just pretend. Now it's time to go out. Earn something and feed this mouth. I won't lie, I really love this nine to five life. My colleagues are...