morning satire

I wrote this poem for two reasons, one for my cousin bro amit….’cuz he said that he could not read my poems because they were all too serious for him….and suggested that I write some funny poems….and as I knew I was no good at writing funny poems i always shirked from the idea….but finally I decided to give it a try and the result has proved that I m no good with funny poems…….and the second reason is my inability to wake up for 8 o’clock lectures as a result of which my attendance is falling terribly short and I was trying to find what answer I would give to the powers that be….and so I thought I would give them the true reason and hope that they can sympathize with me….L L L


I lay on my bed, with my eyes closed
Waiting for dear sleep to stop it’s games and join me
And I lay thinking about clouds and the blue sky
Watching the birds fly, across and over the horizons to lands unknown
Thinking about blooming flowers, tall trees and the vast oceans, flowing rivers and falling springs,
Enjoying the calm and the peace.
Listening to the rustle of leaves as the wind blew by,
Listening to the laughter of birds, as they spread their wings to fly away and I stood helplessly watching by,
As I stood smelling the delicious aroma of open fields, mountains and seas,
As I listened to clear water falling down the springs, flowing along the rivers…….


the music turned into a loud roar and the skies turned black and I heard lightning strike my ears, jerking me awake.
And I lay listening to my alarm chasing my dream away with all it’s might,
And then the disaster struck as I saw in the smiling face of my clock,
Just 15 minutes from failing to break my beloved chain of month long bunk of mourning (morning) 8 ‘o clock class
And then with the speed of storm, I was out and about racing against time
And running like a tornado I hit the gates of the lecture hall like a hurricane and took a seat with my lungs still in protest at the untimely early morning assault
As I sat trying my best to drink the boring drone of the lecture in
I started thinking of the blue skies again and I thought ,
They looked more beautiful from my cozy bed than from the hard desk
But still they were more beautiful than the lecture hall…..and so I was off again……………zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. J J

Mia
10.08.08