A lonely path, a lazy cat on the side, mulling.
As I put foot by foot, the midday snooze still pulling
back, the lazy limbs.
Swaying leaves and silent dogs
looking from their sleepy eye corners, pulling
back my lazy limbs.
But the breeze haunting,
makes my eyes starry, old melodies flowing
to the corners of smiling lips,
a walk in siesta.
Swaying hands and dreamy eyes, waking up in horror;
the old lady and the huge cow, its rolling eyes and
this little gate opened my shelter.
As I leave this aisle to the wide national highway,
life change colors like that chameleon up there.
Traffic jams and horns, pipeline works and blocks,
Squeezing, rushing ambulance, three and four daily
through this rush hour road,
and the rest of the world,
scrolling through the chores as the wheels keep
rolling on the road;
half an hour walk and lots of stories.
two little kiddies have more stories, vibrant,
wakes the sleepy aisle and a smile
on all faces we pass,
the one hour of life daily, on road,
keeps linking, the other side of life
to the less happening life inside the