Toil night and day, green paper bits - they come your way
Lost in this greenery, nature color blind
Making paper bits, is that my daily grind ?
While Time flies by, I give it no heed
Paper bits, paper bits - is that all I need ?
Time is like Air, I've learnt that rough
You notice air ONLY when you don't get enough
So much for surplus paper , my desires remain out of reach
All I want to do, is eat kalle-puri on a beach !!
