How It's Nothing... Poem by RUPALI SAINI

How I preferred to snooze again,
In my waken eyes opened asudden,
When people call it the Hour of God.

How I continued with my indolence,
In my choice to lay idly on cushion,
When tireless folks call it time of action.

How I wasted my next priceless hours,
In my preference to stare the ceiling,
When I was supposed to get set go.

How I destroyed the most fecund hours,
In my cerebral stroll for nowhere,
When I was expected to be productive.

How I again put my laptop on sleep mode,
In my futile restlessness to think more,
When I decided to write incessantly.

How I again planned a scheme,
In my spirited temporal whim,
When I ended up in a sheer waste.

How I again chose nothing,
In my absolute fickleness,
When I started to accomplish something.

How I stuck between How & When,
In my strange mental rumination,
When I must arise, awake and trap the goal.