Lazy hazy morning
or is it afternoon?
Can't stop yawning
did I wake up too soon?
My precious sleep,
where do you go and hide
when the world can't keep
its eyes open at night.
You come back at dawn
on a hushed tip-toe
like a teenage daughter
sneaking indoors.
You stay with me all day
till my dreams and thoughts get intertwined
so, when I sit down to write I can't remember
which was yours and which was mine.
Lazy hazy morning
nah! it is afternoon
Still I lie in the bed
thinking of my moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem