Posted by P. Vijay Kumar

When dawn arrives singing

to wake me up,

I lie waiting for the

vigour and warmth of noon.

Later, when the afternoon sea breeze

dance around in a flurry,

When the sand and mind burn

in summertime fury,

I sit silent and alone in my hut,

waiting for the dusk to appear.

Time flies in a chariot,

and in a hurry.

The dawn, dusk and night

travel past me.

I sit undecided still in a dream

not clear, not sure.

Moving nowhere in the claim.