Work from seaside

He sat there, gulping down a drink
Arched brows, wondering
He felt the breeze but could not smile
He was present, his mind absent

Neither shaken by distant waves
Nor bothered by silent breeze
Why he sat still the world knew not
But he was on the beach deep in thought

His Facebook was checked in, mind checked out
His WhatsApp messages all blue, his thoughts not
His emails were read, his mind full of dread
His clothers were loose, his thoughts tight
He was at the beach, yet at work
He was taking a break, and yet breaking

He still drank his beer lost in thought
Arched brows wondering
He felt the breeze but could not smile
He was present, his mind absent

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