So I decide to do something,
Though knowing it’s futile…
And I return back home,
Still without a smile…

Maybe a movie would do,
But none seems interesting…
The one suitable for my mood,
Seems to be missing…

Perhaps a little art,
Like drawing on my wall…
And then suddenly, I can
Think of nothing to draw at all…

Let’s go do some house chores,
To help my mother a bit…
Then she says that all work is done,
Go take a bath and sit…

And then finally,
I start to write,
As I had thought,
It made me feel light…

Then I go to fetch my phone,
Left in the dining hall…
But still nothing from you,
As I keep on waiting for your call…

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