Usual was the day but was something special about it,
then I looked on the clock it was morning — 24 past 8.
Realisation dawned upon me that was it,
holiday – which was worth the wait.
Fast fast the clock ticked, butterflies churned my stomach,
with the thought of what’s staring at me — the next day.
Schedule was the actual turning arch,
though it is good to do every work on time they say.
Some tendencies which are humane you cannot change,
still some do it with their will power.
I soothed my mind so that it comes in range,
saying the next day holds good that has happened but never.
-Shruti Abhishek Shetty