The Dynamic beat

 

                                                

                       

       Pressed by so many duties down;

       I pant and push through work, no time to waste;

       No time to stop awhile, no time to pause or rest;

       So much to do, I fret and frown;

       No time to touch the frilled pink flower

       No time to feel sweet melody’s shower;

       In Time’s grip lies a monstrous power;

       A warning tolls from lofty, rocky tower;

       My heart beats fast—how much I lost

       A knotty mess still left-oh, God! I am lost;

       Sweating beads in sweltering heat

       I run haggard from seat to seat;

      The rose chuckled, the bird twittered, the leaf

      Fluttered; I sink dead-tired; a lifeless heap.

                    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

      9th March, 2024             Somaseshu Gutala