(Mind, Body and Heart)
Kinetics, is what myself move
Rest in me is what myself has been exorcised
As my mind makes myself active
Move, move, move and always move
Makes myself happy and physically fit
There’s no reason for recharging
As early when I wake up in the morning
Its automatic I find myself working
It goes with the clock tik and tak, tik and tak
tikking and rhyming
It goes with my heart throbbing.
To perspire now and then is like my medicine
Inhaling and consequently exhaling
Makes my dull moments goes on thriving
As I find myself always truly charging
Rotating, revolving, aspiring and inspiring
However, when to rest in silence
Then to stop insists and to stop breathing
That I believe like battery busted bade goodbye
Muscles downed in drain makes the difference
Hands and feet straight no more locomotion.
At times physically is only a retriever
Is what makes the joints allays fears
Commencing to live parried without to burn
For it may go without saying: leaving the burden
To a halt and the rendezvous just discard.
But where I’ve been continually moving
Is where I’m confidently and happily rejoicing
Determined to finish a work instead for rewarding
The contract is the most self-rewarding and consuming
As doldrums hide away the past in self-adoration!
Copyright © Dalila Agtani