Boredom

Sometimes an agonising boredom stings me,

Laying all deeply cultivated props asunder,

Don’t know where from it originates and

Why after all it chooses me as the host!

So long I was providing the ring of protection,

‘My Way’ of doing things was my motivation;

Now the pressure is on me to seek motivation,

Not on ‘My Way’, and that could be a reason!

But I am considered as ‘Good’ for the same,

Otherwise, I would earn severe disaffection,

Besides the tantrum that I only have to face,

Till I alone take steps by myself to assuage.

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