While I was in SP Jain, i used to lead an idyllic life. This poem was written during one of those afternoons, spent without a care. When i read it today, i have the sentiments of a retired colonnel suddenly reminded of his favourite captain, who is no more....
Afternoons - that time of the day,
When the sun is on the decline.
Time at hand to be fittered away,
When there is no stress on the mind.
All the lectures are over and done,
I've been through the ordeal intact.
(Hah! u say - I've attended none,
And soon as coco I might get sacked.)
But all these are trivialities now,
As I sit in my cloistered, darkened room.
I feel totally at peace with myself - and how!
Like a cloud after the rains lifts the gloom.
Havent yet brushed my teeth,
Or ordered for my lunch.
Inertia covers me like a sheath,
Will someone give me something to munch?
As I sit here listening to maiden at full blast,
(With my window closed to ward off that inferal dove!)
I wonder whether i'll ever live this life again,
Oh! how the afternoons I love!
# posted by A Chrysanthemum by any other name... : 11:29 AM
