When I Retire To Bed Poem by Ravi Panamanna

When I retire to bed
Londoners get out for an evening stroll.
The Easterners will be snoring
And the Bay of Bengal is deep asleep.

Americans will be rushing to offices
And Africans would be having their evening tea.
The far Westerners yawn after a sleep
And the sun is young over the Amazonian glade.

When I wake up
Americans get ready to snore.
Londoners would be dreaming
And Australians would be taking their lunch.

When I take my lunch
New York City lies under a starry night.
Over Sidney, the sun takes a last wink
And marches on towards Europe.