Once again, back to a translation .... Well not exactly a perfect translation. Maybe we will call plagriased.
Friendship
Gulping food in haste
Catching a crowded bus
Hang on the footboard
Rush to the office
Escaping the growl of the boss and
Pestering of the colleagues
Clarifying a million doubts
For a buxom typist
And slide into the seat
To push pencil .... and
Lunchtime arrived
When I came close to the window
Opened the Lunchbox
Like always, peeped in the Baby squirrel.
The original is fairly old , about 2 decades maybe, wish the poet saw life today. These all are still there, but ... Only no space for the baby squirrel to peep in ...
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