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Sitting quietly beside the placid small lake
Lazy, sunny afternoon , half asleep half awake
Some flour cakes in the oven to bake
Aroma of freshness in the air
Miniscule ripples painted by the soft wind
A tiny frog squatting with bulging wondrous eyes
I'd love to sit long without a watch and watch
Watch and feel the sunny afternoon fade into twilight
The screeching of homing birds on the leafy trees
Sooner or later I may feel cold outdoors
I may wish to enter the warm house
Silent house , low powered light
Fresh baked cakes to eat, fresh brewed coffee to drink
A blanket to warm my cold feet
Reclining on an armchair , a few hours of solitude
Maybe a day like this will change my attitude.

None to look at my unshaven unkempt self
None to look down or talk about my wayward ways
If I please on my left foot I may wear red socks
And a green one on my right
A house which will be safe without any locks
My solitary bed , warm, comfortable
I'll sleep when I please , wake when I please
I may wake up at the dead of night
Listen to the screeching nightbirds and try to light
Light up my wicked urban self with Natures Fuel
Some nights I may wake up in cold sweat
Fearing some unseen demons or ghouls
Will such days and nights be better
Or fighting for far fetched unralistic goals ?

© Bishwanath Mukherjee