Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Charpoy under a village tree





Cool breeze sweeps through the fields
And sings lullaby in my eager ears
The love birds perched above, appear to share food
Not sure whether it was food, for smooch for good.

The lazy toll of the bell in the cow's neck
Even as the jumping calf crosses her trek
Lush greenery as far as the eye can see
Ohh, I want to do nothing, but just be.

I lay skywards, on the charpoy under the tree
The droning beetles appear to make a plea
" Forget your tensions, and relax here for free
And go back home, with heart full of glee".

Indeed the appears to open, right in front of me
Far away from the maddening pace of the city
No more worries to handle , no more office deadlines
No more frayed tempers, no more hypertension signs.

No more financial liabilities, hence I had thought of this
To quit the city and enconse in this ethereal rural bliss
No more facing the banker's demanding hiss.
No more hospital bills to pay, nor the boss's dismiss.

This charpoy, I can no more afford to give a miss
I doze off into the netherworld, ignoring the flea's kiss.
But no sooner had I gone deep into soporific bliss
The shocking yell shook me from the dark abyss.

" Are you not going to work today", yells my wife
The morning sun through the window feels like a knife
I scamper to the bathroom, ready to face the boss
I should not forget to give the hospital bill a toss.

What a dream it was, replete with green and blue
Peace, happiness and bliss did seem to stand in queue
As I sit on breakfast table, reminiscing, with caffeine brew
Did someone say that morning dreams do come true?






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