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Puffing away the day's chores
that I count down with all my will
sometimes against, but with affection
running length and breadth with the tick-tocks
marking down unending to-do lists
cheering everyone I love, and then me
smiling at gale of chatters that matters
calls , talks, blue ticks, for every soul touched
with every cup of coffee, every plate meal
just dawn to dusk is not my call
