Look there, I’m walking with a friend besides me
at this foggy seven in the morning
instead of sleeping, up to the nine.
I hear, who walks, walks even at four
when sometime in summer
it’s time for me even of going to the bed.
But I want to leave no scope for you to think
I’m insomniac.You can instead, think me a poet.
A poet who sleeps and wakes in twenty first century A.D.
This is important to mention here because,I guess
a poem may travel across centuries
and who knows it is not mine?
Look there again,Look
I’m walking with a friend besides me.
Walking,talking,telling this and that
you may even guess, what, if you have at least
a few patch of whites in your hairs
or if you have a grown up child who is
appearing on a high school exam this year.
Then you might also have reason for walking with us
right here tomorrow morning.
Look, there we stop, near the tea stall.
This will be my second cup of tea here
leaving the first cup at home.
Who cares, how many cups we share
enjoying this rarest and funniest discussion.
With advantage to our age seems we have
lots of hot topics to share.
The want of more cash in life and its absence
is something where we started from and soon
we shifted from topics to topics with added spices.
And it was all set for us to have a shift
to philosophy soon and there too we went
discussing to our hearts content.
No intention, message or dogma-
but I wish, you too enjoy, such a morning with us.
via A morning walk.