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Busy (Poem-15)



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"Why do you stop, why do you stall?"
The young professor asked them all
"To stall is to break away from
The treasures that await y'all"

"Instead say, "I shall begin now;
And make progress right away!"
"Focus on one task, do one alone
Lest the burden cause you to groan;
And as long as your day's work is undone
You shan't dream to dream of fun
Let alone pass out, fight the drowse 
Act like you own your house"

(He left the audience enthralled
and vanished)...on returning home
The professor resolved to do his chores
But alas! There were one too many;
He had to call his mum, and then his dad
Then get ready for his late night bath;
Then make his bed, and read a book
Then give the old paper a little look.

And then, and only then would he
Dream to dream of being sunny-

But shhh, dare you say a word!
For just after his usual snack,
The professor has already hit the sack.


-Armaan Kothare

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Summary- an ode to procrastination, humanity's mutual friend.

The professor is basically any human that proclaims "procrastination" is to be stopped, and is not an excuse. He says that one should focus on doing one task at a time, and 'starting now' instead of saying 'I'll do it later'. Then, he returns home and there is a mention of the tasks he's supposed to complete before calling it a day. However, towards the end of the poem, the professor goes back on his words and ends up doing it himself by simply taking a nap before finishing any of the tasks on his list. This way, the professor ironically becomes a hypocrite.

The picture attached at the beginning of the poem is that of a bee, and bees are known for being some of the most tirelessly busy organisms on this planet, much like humans, with the only exception being that they probably lack the emotional quotient required for harbouring the emotion of procrastination.

However, I'd like to hear your takes in the comments section! Feel free to leave any thoughts or suggestions in the comments below, and I shall return with the next post soon!

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  1. Anushry30 July 2023 at 14:59

    Short and sweet... Give your thought behind the poem...will give a better idea to the reader. 👍🏻

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  2. Deepashry Kothare30 July 2023 at 19:23

    Loved the rhyme and finally the irony of it all which is one of the flavors most humans possess but rarely admit it ...humans play a Jekyl n Hyde with their own conscience and yes ...portray a perfect task doer in the eyes of the outer world....what say ...dear poet ?!!!!

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    1. Wordplay-TRS30 July 2023 at 21:37

      Absolutely true! Glad you liked the rhymes :)

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