When work makes me go dizzy,
When ignoring all the calls, is the only thing easy,
When chatter on the floor starts sounding sleazy,
I skip away to my retreat.
When friends gather for a talk,
When its nice and sunny to have a walk,
When windy weather gives a knock,
I make a way to my retreat.
When the buildings and malls lose their charm,
When crowded streets sound alarm,
When foodcourts and hotels are all jam,
I find a leisure at my retreat.
When lunch gets heavy and moods get jolly,
When it feels like mocking over my own folly,
When plans are made and talks are told,
When calm and quite are treasures to unfold,
It's time to walk to my retreat.
- Parsooram
[Photo taken at a walking distance from my workplace in the Changi Business Park, Singapore]
