Being Idle Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal

Being Idle


Dull mornings and evenings
With gloomy skies above
Never enthusing dreary days
Take me to sleep's bough

Time ticks away in seconds
As I wait for rings
I steal her passive minutes
With innumerable give takes

No burning fire inside
To challenge the worlds
No raging storms outside
To blow out the evils

Idle I away the hours
Though not wilfully chosen
Whilst thou toil in the fields
Making our lives sheen