Thoughts suddenly floated into my lazy mind

As I lay upon the sofa, oh! So dear

 Compelling me to relax awhile before pattering on my toes

From room to room

Finishing untold tasks that lay boringly inactive

From morn until night

The endless compelling chores shriek and pester the mind

 Irrespective of the fact that the yawning day

Draws to a reckless end

 The evening draws closer as the rays slide down

Behind the purple mountain as stories convey,

Whether true or false who knows… the ancients believed so

The science of today states otherwise

 The mountains are no longer purple

  The sun does not hide there to peep and resurrect

It simply travels to the other side of the world

 To awaken the people there to herald a new day

 So merrily born dismissing the moon

Elsewhere to shine and glow

The restless mind flashes back and forth

 To race with the ascending, descending day

 Since Time travels faster than legs can carry your dreams

To relax and enjoy a quiet afternoon,  which drowns your aching spirit

To clutch and hold the hour,

To stop the hands of the clock a while

 To let you pursue your tired dreams

 Spent and wasted for lack of Time

 Yet, there are twenty- four hours in a day

To spend it as you like but demands grow stronger

Than your age permits you to exhibit

The setting sun reminds you

Your day is done

                                                          ~ Shobha Diwakar  

                                                          Jabalpur, India