I'm tired of saying busy

Now, my voice also fainted out,

Trying to yell,

And I shout, 

But echoes only in a well.

And my lips also, 

Dried, cracked and frozen.

And my throat also,

As a river snowed and frozen. 

Too swamped with someone's work,

As if, no time to dine a bite,

Yelling out to put away someone's work,

Always, my "No" melted to their praising bite.

Sometimes, Suri comes to me,

Meo-Meo, she yells at me,

Busy at the laptop, snoring others in bed,

Rooster crowing, moving to my icy bed.

How far I could say busy,

When their work in traffic of busy, 

My sleep or chill-out, 

Maybe on the way or already burnt out.