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Afternoons


The sun shines bright
my eyes get sore.
I lie on the floor
and in no time
I am fast asleep.

Without a pillow
nor a mattress
I embrace slumber.
The bare floor
seems comfortable.

All these years,
I have foregone
meals and other wants
I never could sacrifice
the afternoon siesta.

Wherever I be,
as I am more or less
a nomad shuttling
between countries
and places, I sleep.

It has become a regular
and if I miss a day
I go mad. I lose
my composure.
Behave funny.

With age catching up
my mid day drowsiness
grows in proportion.
The sun is in the middle
I am well into a dream.