9-5

-Nakib Abdullah Zia

Every tired soul behind window panes 

Witnesses the transition of the sky

From blue to white to black.

Chained up in everything

And nothing to do except reminiscing old days absently

Every fatigued soul

Exposed to limited vision;

Red only from tail light

Green only in the floor mat

Every weary soul sighs

While comparing tidy tea presentation

To the indistinct roadside tea with beloved ones

Every crumbled soul forced

To wear distinct masks for each interaction

Out of sheer vulnerability

Ah….the expected outcome of

Long awaited 9- 5 employ.