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Free Verse Poetry

Feb 7, 2023
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By Bidisha Roy


"Life of a Professor after work from home"

" I can't sleep whenever I want to,

The office days have restarted ,

And here I am with my Desk , Chair , Laptop and Notebook once again" .

The students still have classes from home ,

And I Really Miss the Work From Home.

The Monday blues are here once more ,

The mornings are now with sunshine again ,

as the sunrays from the windows were falling on my face Mother said "Get up you will get tanned and late again",

But a lover would have said keep sleeping I enjoy watching your morning sunshine and happy face. Now the alarm would ring every early morning ,




Won't be binge watching whole night now as I did ,

as the office days have started again I really miss being at home again .

The only best thing today was my Five minute make up look,

and the worst was I really didn't enjoy the known faces in my office again . Also i don't feel like eating my lunch ,

Oh! Lord , atleast send my students so I can have the charm of my classroom once more. As each hour would pass, 'I sit here like a child waiting for the bell to ring so that I would leave the silenced campus and go back home and enjoy my things' .

Coming days will be tough once more ,

As now there will be Lectures,Research and struggling for more success.

Moreover in the chaos, Even a Professor deserves to have some cheerfulness.


By Bidisha Roy






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