"What is this world ...so full of care...we have no time to stand and stare!" I remember reading this poem titled "Leisure" in standard IV, where this workman with his tools is staring wistfully at lush green meadows. Back then I could not figure out why was he so sad and wistful. Nearly two decades down the line..I do.
DEADLINES....that's the crux of life. Man in my Standard IV textbook...i now know why u were so sad!