Head thrown back, eyes staring at the ceiling
Frequent trips inside —
Texting or web surfing on the phone
At times, indulging in habits—
Like - picking at nails and foot-tapping,
Or, shredding paper and bending paperclips
Oh! The mind cycling through options
of what to do and what not to!
But finally I sprawl
on the wide couch,
Which is next to my double folding-window
While peeping through
the same chaos outside!
Ah! The nature pouts in sullenness—
The morn light, bright not with flashing gold;
Trees, with whining boughs,
Nowhere the grand festival of mirth!
Having a devil of a time though,
Yet, enduring pain, with a show of strength
In the hope of better days—
to have the time of cheerful life!
© Salman Khan
Topic(s) of this poem: hoping
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