Hide and Seek - Part 8 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

10. SUNDAY

It came after 6 days of grueling work, 

6 days of assiduous effort under the scorching ball of Sun, 

6 days of unrelenting tasks executed at electric pace, 

6 days of insufficient meals blended with stingy 

amounts of obnoxious coffee, 

6 days of absolution from amicable domains of family, 

6 days of sedulous expeditions in packed to capacity commuter trains, 

6 days of deprivation from a ravishing game of long tennis, 

6 days of obliteration from revitalizing spray of the ocean, 

6 days of conscious efforts to wear feckless and spurious smiles, 

6 days of wandering in a claustrophobic ambience of lackluster paper, 

6 days of monotonous salute to the disillusioning supremo, 

6 days of dedicated projects; with eyes incorrigibly glued to the computer, 

6 days of incessant perspiration dribbling down crisp shirt, 

6 days of onerous struggle to compete with intellectuals, 

6 days of nostalgia for peace; weighing heavily on mind, 

6 days of obstreperous noise piercing through soft ear, 

6 days of aching feet; with spasmodically restless back, 

6 days of impatient sigh's and a perpetual longing for melodious sleep.

The seventh day finally did arrive, 

I drew back multiple blinds in my apartment house , 

to let sizzling rays of dawn fumigate my persona, 

slept late in the morning; oblivious to hassles of mundane work, 

consumed barrels of enticing beer; nibbling fresh nut on the silver sands of 

the beach, 

languidly strolled a few miles with the pungent spray of the water, 

stimulating my dreary eyes; as i candidly prayed to the Creator, 

to bless me and my family with bountiful more Sunday's.