Akshara's Diaries

I’ll start doing my work at 3 o’clock  But for now, let me just rest and drop  On the glorious couch - the favourite place of the house  Where I sigh, I groan and most importantly, slouch. Just thinking about work makes my eyelids heavy  But to do that dreary task I must be ready. So I get up, stretch and lumber around  As I search for my motivation (sadly never to be found). I walk towards the fridge and see what I can salvage  To fill my big belly that even God can’t manage. Then I realise (to my delight), that it’s already 10 past 3 So with a heavy sigh, I tell myself that- I’ll start doing my work at three thirty But for now, let me just rest and be On the glorious couch - the favourite place of the house Where I sigh, I groan and most importantly, slouch.

From the golden cage watches the bird The trees swaying, a forbidden world. The infinite sky meets his eyes Silently, freedom cries. A mother ignores her crying child Food for her, alas, she cannot buy Cradling her daughter, on the floor she lies Silently, her spirit cries. A little boy watches the blood and gore, The grim and unspeakable consequences of war. The cruel little world he starts to despise  Silently, his innocence dies.