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Weary Day
I gnaw and nibble at each rock solid day
The clock on the wall seems to mock
Mock at my impatient thinking
Thinking to do something worthwhile
Leave some tiny mark on the clock's hands
Seconds tick away slowly but surely
My caged mind frail body fidgeting
Something some balm to ease my pain
Pain of being alive in this God-forsaken place
The daily newspaper lying unread on the table
The news,the pictures- drab and unattractive
Killings,politickings ,rallies,fests,poets meets
Felicitations , sports athletes sweating for gold
Fame and acclaim till aspirations turn cold
Mind feels better gazing languidly at the greenery
Clumps of greenery stray among concrete dwellings
Was it raining? the fragrance of wet mud wafts
Wafts through my dead senses stoking it to life
Its embers have not yet been fully doused
My poetic feelings sometimes gets aroused
The rock-solid day tranforms into a wall of ice
Sunshine of happiness frays ,melts it,I feel nice
Hour hand of the clock has begun moving faster
A nice day is bidding goodbye...Time the Master
18th June 2013
