admin The sun
comes out
h e s i t a n t l y
as an old man
leaves his warm bed
u n w i l l i n g l y.
Sunrays enter
through my window
and settle down shaking
on my books
as the tr bl
em
ling fingers of an old woman
feel a plate of rice.
At daytime
the sun swigs a double peg
and starts talking loudly.
A couple of hours pass by
the kick of the drink starts subsiding
and so does his loud voice.
4 o’clock
the weak, lifeless sun
st
agg
ers west
and
f
a
ll
s down
behind the Chandragiri Hill.