I gaze at the sky
the sun is at its peak
I espy a glare enough
that blind the eyes.
The broad blue spectrum,
now a sheet of silvery white,
seems to accompany me
in my travel to the land
of monotony.
Nothing really happens in noon
I think i the world over.
One of laid back, people
slacken, birds retreat,
sun burning constant.
With that I fall asleep
right in the afternoon,
under a fan creaking
and jostling sans perspiring
a siesta enlivening.
Awakened by the milk man
who rings the bell at three sharp
I hasten to get going.
Tea and snacks solicit me.
to partake and participate.
Meenas Poems 