Sunday Musings

Stretching while still asleep

It’s a Sunday Morning

By a splash of water

I woke up without a warning.

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My off-springs, friends and cousins

Living elsewhere enjoy

On a day meant to doze

I am not spared that joy.

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I held myself aground

Still pretending to be asleep

Yet, no stop to my daily terror

No matter how I weep

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Now, I could see myself

On his concave mirror

I craved to stretch my limbs

They ached like my rear.

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Again, jitters down my spine

With another splash of water

Then over the pillows of foam

Things turned a bit more hotter

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A gentle massage all over me

With palm, he had his way

I knew, I’m pinned again

Not given a space to sway.

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Some patting, some soothing

I did get a moment of glee

Short-lived and again deceived

I lost to this man, all of me.

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My elder sister, much happier

Living on the floor above

Though greyed, she’s pampered

Groomed with great care and love.

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Lost count of the years

Since when I have been

It has now been ages

None can claim, to have seen.

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Curse this old-man

Who never seem to die

What a life is this anyway

I’m looking forward to cry.

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Having been in the Forces

This man has gone nuts

Don’t remember taking a break

Carries fire in his guts.

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Disparity among equals

Why God made me so

Take this man, who mows me

Not a day he lets me go

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Like on some sages

I’d really like to show

Cried the Beard, “This Soldier,

won’t ever let me grow.”