Hey Breeze…

A satirical poem on what we miss beeing busy

Hey breeze!
Did you come and go away?

Were you here
with the whispers of tender leaves?
Were you here
with the fragance of summer flowers?

Couldn’t you have
knocked on my door?
Didn’t you know I was right inside?
Did you not care?

Did you come and go away?
While I was inside the house
of my own business,
Wasn’t I just a knock away?

— rawjeev


A friend from far off was visiting my town for a few days. We were suposed to catch up. And I realized that the dates my friend was supposed to be in town had gone by. And this got me thinking about all that we shut ourselves down to, being busy.