A Clumsy Day

Shivering, banging my teeth together.

I slip inside the cozy blanket,

at noon, at 2 ‘0’ clock.

Peeping outside the window,

when the pressure along side is low.

When even a trace of sun,

could not be seen.

Few, very few people on the street.

Those appear to be feeble,

Of the chilly wind unbearable.

When the sky above is full of mist.

The land beneath, is free of dust.

The birds appear to be on rest.

The day looks cloudy, gloomy instead.

It’s a clumsy day ,to be said !

Ah! Just a cup of tea is enough.

If accompanied with ‘pakoras’,

could be the best stuff.

Better than small fussy tea stalls.

Where the trees could be seen,

fixed standing tall.

The clothes on the line still hanging wet.

To lie down in quiet, the reason I get.

Cause, it’s a clumsy day, to be said!