There’s no rush…
I feel the relief of days
tumbling over nights
from a dreamless slumber.
Collecting packets of milk
left by the milkman,
pacing carefully, stepping over
Moss-grown outdoor tiles
I pick up the threads of racing
thoughts; the veil of sleep
still holding on to early wakeful
moments, I light up the stove.
Milk boils over, pouring strong
muddy tea into cups
I muse, there’s no hurry….
No punching machines to thumb.
The whorls will never speak of
the mad hurry, when attendance
registers mark your presence.
Smiling young faces, their
vigour and cheer will no longer remind you
the anachronism of your existence.
Axed like a withered tree,
busy hours rendered redundant
hanker for supremacy.
An enthralling, evocative and insightful work rendered with exemplary poetic acumen and aplomb.
Thank you so much for the appreciation and encouragement I receive from Destiny Poets
A beautiful ‘capture’! Flawless.
Thanks Vijay
Life is youthful, its just the way you look at it. An absolutely wonderful poem. Superb!!
Thanks a lot
A beautiful poem that says something extraordinary through life’s ordinary moments.
Thank you so much