Don't pester, when I am occupied,
it won't help, as my attention tied,
and you will receive curt replies,
where the concerns are dismissed.
For, time is a precious commodity,
world fights to get control over it,
paying us payment or entertainment,
to capture our interests as price.
Our situations may force choices,
to keep working on the projects,
or the hold of dreams or passions,
make us focus, masking distractions.
Moments pass, while we engage,
as if confined, inside invisible cage,
becoming blind, to our surroundings,
and deaf to voices of loved ones.
Don't pester, I may overreact,
getting annoyed by your acts,
for, I am not mentally available,
addicted to tasks that's favorable,
To my present thoughts.
And then, I wonder,
why I was left alone...
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