From Monday to Friday, this is the most hated thing,
7’o clock in the morning, my alarm never fails to ring.

The toughest part of the day, I don’t want to, yet push myself.
I sigh, glancing at the to be read books on my lovely bookshelf.

The only silver lining, T.G.I.F., can stay up late, party and chill,
I will spend the weekend reading. Wow, the thought itself is such a thrill!!

Reached this place wearing my conventional formal dress.
Let me grab a coffee before I enter the zone of stress.

I am assigned a project, it needs me to do some bug-free coding,
But I want to write stories; writing codes is super boring.

Navigating through the day, I somehow complete my job,
Back came the review comments, reading them my head veins pop.

I stay back late, estimating a couple of hours to finish the work,
People think, ‘just wants to enjoy AC and free coffee, what a jerk?’

Boss said, “Complete the presentation as well”; it’s a kind of tactical warning.
Added, “The client wants to have a look, first thing Monday morning”.

With an insincere smile, I replied, “Sure Boss” and go for a coffee refill.
I wished to say, ‘I quit’ but I need the job to pay my bill.

I imagine myself on a beach, sipping soda and eating ice-cream.
My fingers hitting the laptop keypad, writing a bestseller is my dream.

I am back to the real world and my fingers started typing in stride,
With pictures and graphs, I gathered the data on the slide.

There is still a lot of work pending, but I am sloshed for the day.
I pack up and leave for home, will continue tomorrow, I say.

It’s like a déjà vu, ‘every weekend is the same’.
I feel this whole adulthood is like an uncanny game.

I look at my phone and tap on that most hated thing.
Saturday 7 AM, an alarm set, and it will not fail to ring.