THE HOUR AFTER HAPPY HOUR

 “THE HOUR AFTER HAPPY HOUR”
The Hour after Happy Hour
I could not sleep
All I wanted
I wanted to weep
They rang me, “Work.”
I began walking after creep
My accounts began filling
Like a big water leak
I found place in my heart
I could not sleep
I suddenly began renovating
I live in the creek
From idle
I became son; I became father, I became husband
I did not know, when does the happiest hour come
I broke down; I began to weep
First love is always beautiful
We do not get to sleep
The hour after happy hr
I could have a sound sleep
Dr. Baljit Singh
Monday 7th August 2017