What a tough day!
Too much work and too little play.
What a tough day!
Work is worship,
That’s what they say.
Oh, what a tough day!
Every morning gives you the same warning.
Walking barefoot on the tender grass,
Just maintaining some distance from the dingy mass;
A “hey!” stops you on your way.
Oh, what a tough day!
In the noon – expect no boon.
Tough bread and sweet syrup for lunch,
And things which cows refuse to munch;
On your plate, that’s what hurriedly they lay.
Oh, what a tough day!
At sundown, she donned the moth-eaten gown.
Sitting by the stove, with much toil, she did make,
A cup of coffee – before her love’s awake;
Sipping the drink, you mentioned – “I can’t stay.”
Oh, what a cruel day!
After nine, you accepted the dinner and the wine.
O’Brien, adjusting his spectacles,
Confirmed the resistance and its various obstacles;
And in favour of the brotherhood, that night, you did sway.
Oh, what an adventurous day!
At midnight, you notice that something’s not right.
On the wall, you see a telescreen,
Which, due to the portrait, was left unseen;
The thought police, with their truncheons, gave a menacing display.
Oh, what a terrifying day!
All night, with sticks and shocks, they show’d their might.
The enemy in a friend’s guise,
Seemed so confident, composed and wise;
Finally, with patience and tact, he ‘helped’ overcome your mental disarray.
Oh, what is a day?
At day-break, you promptly wake.
You see her again – under the spreading chestnut tree,
Where you sold her, and she sold thee;
“I love big brother”, was all you could say.
Oh, Oh, what a rectangular day!
P.S. It has been quite some time since I read ‘1984‘. I just hope that I remember its lessons.
This poem was originally posted on Allpoetry (date: – 25th March 2017). Find me there!
Beautifully expressed! Loved it 😊
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