An Evening Siesta Poem by Sanjeev Nanda

A breeze winds up, how can I not feel relaxed?
The turning seasons have brought forth spring
I have no option but to submissively give in
There is no better time to nap and while
Than in the evening when my hands are full of toil
Oh, how I wish this could last forever
But my lord has come a-calling
He won't forgive me this once,
But its too late, I've fallen on my back,
green is the grass,
and my eyes are a-rolling.