My Turn Poem by Nanthinii Mohan
My Turn
That morning! Seemed to arise late
And I was to get up earlier that day;
No time to feel that salubrious ambiance,
And no minute to yawn or relax!
Coz, hundreds and fifties were waiting before my turn!
Yes, it was for the priceless fluid-
Flows like a silver surge on a hosepipe.
Women frenzied with their containers
And men appalling near them!
And I with a nostalgic deliberation-
Pondered why it was made insufficient?
After a series of thoughts-flashed the certainty:
Everything's because of us and only because of us!
Muting myself, moved ahead-unwilling to lose my turn for it!
Oh I do wonder what that 'Salubrious Ambience' could be... Nicely written, though I'll have to read it several times to fathom what it's about!
And men appalling near them! And I with a nostalgic deliberation- Salubrious ambience i believe is not created without these lines above..Well done
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8/6/2026 3:48:11 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
No time to feel that salubrious ambiance, And no minute to yawn or relax! nostalgic deliberation.. what a fine expression and coinage of words together. wonderful. tony