कौतुक

Goodbye, Day. With many hopes I rose From slumber Hung over with dreams Strange stories and numbers Looking up to the sun I prepared for the run Plans, schedules and to do lists A-plenty The thinnest finger of the clock Pointing me guilty Time flew I never knew Oh procrastination The mother of laziness! Hope she left me for good So I could do what I should But the day ran fast Giving little chance. The list half done And half yet to do Some dreams lived And others on the waiting list A turtle on the beach Myself, I move Neither sea-wards Nor backwards Yet I move Moving… The day passes by And just then I say goodbye.