A new day, a new page, Blank, unwritten, welcoming. It seems to beckon, “I have other things waiting,” I reckon. Another small voice nudges, "stop making excuses." The day is young, the sun is yet to sky light. But my mind is not fully awake and bright. I know it’s s easier to let my reverie stay. Tougher is to breakaway. Temptations are not far away How do I turn my thoughts from a nay to a yay. Our minds are fickle, Can be distracted by a trickle. Many diversions abound, Phones, TVs, devices are all around. Reasons to escape are easily found, With so much we ourselves surround. I tell myself-tomorrow will be better. I will find a friend in letter. At present I am unfocused- a scatter, Don’t want to do things that matter. Experience says-tomorrow is a mirage, Feelings of ease often win and take charge. These push aside facts-small and large. But postponement comes with a heavy surcharge. Reluctantly, I begin. Slowly, the blank page and me wake up. In my resolution, I find inspiration. And an important realization- So many foes of determination, And friends of procrastination.
Thanks dear Cindy. 🙂 Circle of life.
Thanks dear Cindy. You are too kind 🙂
wonderful poem of truth Shalini! 💗
love this Shalini! ❣️
Excellently penned poem defineing tantacles of hope that sustains our life.