I was lost, Watching at the gleam sun cast on water As the shadows deepened, I almost realized Is it already night? I was reading a book, Loving every page of it And every word took me to a new world, Of Angels and Demons And Witches and Muggles, A point then clicked Is it already the last page I flipped? I boarded the Metro, Sitting idle Watching people come and go, At every station With the same familiar noises, Same gung ho A female voice gave an explanation, Is it already the last station? I was sleeping tight, With all nightly noises doing their rounds The cricket, Far away music from a marriage, or an occasional cab, From under the cosy blanket I looked at the window, Chuckling loud, a bird had flown And I thought... Is it already dawn? There is so much more, To think and pour All that is fine, But, it is already time. Isn't it?
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!