• rushdashajar 5w

    Night to mid_night

    tick tock,tick tock, tick tock.....
    the dog barks in a flock,
    it mixes with a soothing sound of firefly....
    it all started with an annoying sigh....
    He being unconscious snored with head strain....
    And offcoarse the feet tired moved with pain.....
    Then the hands cross the face with a triangle fold,
    No matter how much anyone try,
    The fold would never take a mould.....
    The stress in brain....
    Is having a break to drain...
    But the deep sleep was a myth....
    As a nap it was to be considered a bit,now as the moon goes a lil down....
    With the darkness frown....
    The mid night is an early crown....
    He wake up in haste....
    Hold brush and apply paste...
    Do the religious deed,
    And wear the glasses in full heed....
    Now its time for the hens to feed...
    While he being tolerating the roaring sound in the stomach,
    All he could do is to wait for his luck....,
    Then he picks his keys....and the routine began
    ©rushdashajar