Leisure Poem by amarkumar iyer

I wake up fine
with work to do
and a ray of hope
I will have leisure time.

When my mom's not at dine
on television, she is watching,
a programme, of her interest
I know it's her leisure time.

My brother at field nine
swinging his bat, swaying his hand,
practising, when without a soul around
I can see, he is using his leisure time.

My teacher at St. Lime
not teaching, not reading,
talking over phone to someone,
I understand it may be her leisure time.

The housekeeping maid is on time
cleaning, dusting, sweeping, swabbing,
helps us be neat and, keep ourselves clean
I assume, it is over for the day - her leisure time.

Bruno, my pet swine
seems busy eating and sleeping, wasting all day
running never, playing ever in his sty
I realise, he has confused his leisure time.