Sitting pretty in an office 8*8*7
in a corner over a small make shift table
with reheated food cooked yesterday,
thick dal and dry rice and a banana,
only walls to face and tubelight so bright
I munch morsel by morsel
wondering how will it be if it was to be for lifetime
is this living , surviving or punishment?
and thanking god for giving me family
for them I look forward to,
having lunch and being merry.