Leisure
We sit back and gaze transfixed at the red blushing sky, The Sun spraying her with colors as he says ‘good-bye,’
We watch the molten gold drenching the floating cloud As the sleepy earth is slowly covered with a grey shroud.
We can listen intently to the breeze as it softly rustles by,
We may watch unhurriedly the vultures circling in the sky
We take out a book just to flip through its worn out pages,
We may wonder languidly, why the sleeping ocean rages.
There is no tension, no hassles, or any reason to hurry,
No problems to be solved, with not a cause to worry.
One can do what one wants, freely relax and meditate,
There’s no urgent call to duty, no assignment to update.
It’s good for one’s body; it is also excellent for the mind,
It is relaxing and enervating, best tonic you could find.
Leisure means freedom, it is valuable beyond measure,
It has no restraining shackles, Leisure is sheer pleasure.
Copyright © Brita Roy | Year Posted 2019
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