the pitter patter of drops fallin on the glass wall
I stand up and look over my cubicle , and lo and behold
the whole floor has stood up and all work is on hold
Everyone is staring out of the glass walls mesmerised
they all have been, in its magic hypnotised
all the thoughts of work and problems have vanished
all frowns and fatigue and negativity has been banished
the fragrance of the wet sand , the music of the shower
amazingly penetrates the walls of this glass tower
this wonderful feeling stirs up all my senses
i feel alive , i can see now no fences
I lock up my pc , this waste work will have to wait
i am captive, taken in by nature's tempting bait
I walk out of the building , into the fresh rain
at nature's power today i have myself lain
The rain drenches me completely , wets my soul
and it fills with happiness ,in my heart the hole
the tired legs come to life , the brain goes in a trance
the ears abuzz with music, i have to break into a dance
Finally I am energised, I can again strife
ready to face again , this ordeal we all call life!
-Hiral Savla

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