At Ease!

first_imgAt Ease!The alarm clock longs to ring,The doorbell  yearns to sing,Colorful tiffins wish to be packedAnd books lay flat to be sacked…The almirahs crave a ruffle,The fridge notes miss a scribble,Gardens are mourning the cheerThis absenteeism appears queer!The  car-radio pines to croon,Ah! the drive of a warm afternoon,The clocks no longer stare,Its hands don’t run to ensnare…The apparels want to play ‘dress up’,And the bodies need a  little scrub,We promise not to be busy beesOh lord, put everything at ease!Dr. Komil Tyagilast_img read more