DAY AFTER DAY: : DAY AFTER DAY.
Again,
The same day with the same
familiar smell
I have breathed for long!
When one day ends, another
hurries.
Days are always in quick
succession.
None waits even a second.
They are vying with one another
To occupy my space.
As if one holds a promise
That others can’t offer.
All want to affect something
That memory could carry forever.
I don’t remember
If any day different from the other.
Or had set a benchmark?
All seem to have the same
Shape and Shade, Texture and
Trick.
Pushing and shoving one
another
In hope of getting a better
treatment.
Alas! That they never receive.
At last-
Tried, Tired, Tensed and Terrified
Terminated.
Again
The sundown and the hopeless
Night.
Is there any space or scope left
for
A SUNRISE?
I wrote this poem last year, but today i find kind of its resonance in times of lockdown.