I sat there
with an hour of freedom to go
5:30 in the morning
wondering how to start the show
"Do anything you want,"
Said a voice in my head
A response I heard:
"Why not go back to bed?"
My mind was asleep
So I didn't really know . . .
The best response
seemed a mechanical "No."
"So what shall we do?"
the hasty voice chimed.
It seemed to me
only one option remained;
I searched with my eyes
And reached with my hand
On my palm what lay
were the shackles of my land;
A timetable-
Monday to Friday, Saturday too,
"Now," I thought,
"We will know what to do!"
Sighed the voice,
"Yes, this thing must be for the best . . .
But you know,
I'd rather just get some rest."
"But really," I cried,
"I don't understand!
Now there's something to do,
you seem to melt like a castle of sand!"
"You know,"
the voice said passively,
"Perhaps there is more in the world to see,
than Maths, Biology, History . . . "
"Yeah, Yeah . . . "
is all that I replied,
To deep
asleep, to follow, further, my thoughtful guide.
P.L. Rao
2 comments:
Very good; I like the rhyming. It is done quite well and makes the poem entertaining.
But what were you deciding in the poem? Was it about school?
I like it! Good job.
-Ginny
Priyanka! it's been so long. i really enjoyed talking to you through email. it's been so busy.. but i just decided to come and see what you'd written lately, and it's really good stuff. i really appreciate what you write. i have a good idea. i think i'm going to email you and tell you about it.
Hannah
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