A Lazy Morning Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

A cup of tea placed by my head
Not with a word
Certainly not with a kiss
Felt only a small patting on shoulder
I did not sleep but was sleeping.

Stirrings of small souls
From the mats towards their cups
A laziness crept.
And I felt for my tea
Lifted I, my head from the pillow
With the same pain in the back
Became a snake, to drink the tea.

Man-made noises, nuts cracking
Clinking and hammering at the next door garage
A replacement of singing birds, trees and flowers
Of long forgotten
I did not sleep but was sleeping.

Crying of the younger one
For going early to school
The grown up daughter for her pocket money
And the continuous shouting of the mother
I did not sleep but was sleeping.

Clinging of utensils
Sound of flashing water
Now and then
I now have to get up with the
Resistance of the void
Paining mind with the refused sex
Let me walk into the alleys
Of crowded hearts collecting broken shadows,
Yet, with a longing for a different morning
With its birds, flowers and dew dropp wet.