Me And The World. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

When I retire to bed
The Londoners get out for an evening stroll.
The Easterners are still snoring
And the far Westerners yarn after a sleep.

The Sun is lulled by the Arabian Sea,
He is in the womb of Bay of Bengal.
Over the Congo, he takes a last wink,
From the Pyramidal precincts, he begins his retreat.

Over the White House, he begins his ascend.
Over the Amazonian glade, he is young.
Arizonian trenches lay basking
And the Niagara Falls adorns a rainbow crown.

When I yawn after a night’s break,
Japan opens their office gates,
Australians are busy with their lunch
And the Bostonians begin to dream.

When I take my office lunch,
The dawn kisses the waters of Thames.
The twilight hues embrace the Sydney’s horizon
And the moon to New Zealand makes an enchanted kiss!
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25th December 2013.

This is a revised version of my old poem 'When I retire to bed' written sometime in 1993.