Lazily and lavishly spent is the Sunday
at dawn a nagging alarm of mobile that lay
beside your drowsy pillow stung you unaware
like a wasp to remind the journey you hardly care
Arrested still your mind and body in deep slumber
the struggling life for a decent living beckons here
in the rolling wheels of cruel time thus crushed
are you with a semi-bathed body and shoes not brushed
A speedy race on Monday morning begins in bus and train
sometimes in bike finding a way amid cattle in a busy lane
just wonder how long our mortal structure will ultimately last
if we keep on invading our body and mind to run a race so fast
Strictly to your destination you must reach ahead of time
getting late the spying public consider a heinous crime...
