Morning Rush At West Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Have to wake up,
before the tiredness,
of yesterdays fades away.

Loving spouse still at bed,
exhausted as usual,
crying baby in the crib.

Mounting clothes,
in the dryer,
cleaned dishes in the washer.

Have to put back,
where these belong,
but I am drowsy for long.

Waking alarms irritates,
brush and shower in minutes,
instant breakfast suffice.

Arms carry the crying baby,
elbow carries the baby bag,
Heart carries the sorrow.

Three of us set,
for regular journey,
baby at nanny, we at work.

The first hour,
after we wake up,
festivities at home.

Sometimes it thunders,
and rains from the eyes,
Morning rush manifests.