The post lun c h sl u m p...zz…z.z.
The brisk trot s l o w i n g i n t o a l o p e
The sheepish smirk after the satisfied burp from a table d’hôte
D r o o p i n g i n t o a f r o w n o f s l u gg i s h n es s
As though fettered to an anchor each step experiences
A n i n c r e a s i n g d e g r ee o f h ea v i n e ss
A s I c r u t c h o v e r t o m y 3 by 3 c u b e
A n d s l o u c h o n t o t h e p l u sh l e a th er
R e s t m y h e a d on my e l b o w;
Oh no..It has s l id a g a in as I f s me ar ed wi th lu be
Dejected I seek succor on the hard table
Alas! it fails too in its g uise as a pil lo w.
Wish I could roll under it instead and have a nice nap
How I long for the softness of my bed
The cuddly pillow squishing under my weary head
The whirring fan playing a gentle lullaby:
Into the arms of sleep; lo I serenade
But then I get out of it with a snap
Lest my boss should catch me snoring
Ah! It is so boring
That day in a nd day out I c ontin ue doz ing
The same old faces, the prolix work bulldozing
When what the mind needs is to get itself lightened
But fails wretchedly to get enlightened
Of the paths out of this impasse
But alas! They all turn out to be dead en masse
Scaring me lest I become blasé of the sinecure
This makes me even more insecure.
No! I ought not to lose hope
As it is the only dope that can shake me out of this mope
The cobwebs of complacency have to be won over
The mind pulled out of this torpor
For my dreams are still luring enough
And to rebuff the greed for them still very tough
As the night is darkest just before the dawn
It is time to lay the dream-spawn
To set sail anew,
And pursue what’s my due.
