A view from my window pane
On a lazy Sunday morning again.
Few rain drops on the window sill
Post rain the weather too was chill.
The crowd on the streets were lesser than usual
The bus stop had only one or two passengers,
The routine hustle bustle of the vehicles were none
Why not! Isn't Sunday meant to just sit back, relax and have fun.
But there were also busy people on the roads
Decked up and hurriedly catching their transport mode,
Then there were also the less fortunate newspaper delivery guys
For whom everyday is like a weekday.
Watching all this sipping my hot cup of tea
Life seemed non-stop and we like busy bee,
When I look back at my room on this lazy Sunday
Only to find my band of boys, how fast asleep they lay.........
So, relax Kavya....! . On the seventh day even God took rest.....! ! Enjoyed this poem born of your leisure hours!
A fine reminiscence that can extend to future too. Similar poems revive our simplicity and modesty in life to an extend. Three boys and one girl here caring for them is obviously a great family scene.. Let your lazy Sundays march on...Kavya.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good detailing of a lazy Sunday when people are found to be relaxed and at ease.