Roosters are lazy.
Mornings are not
So early.
Time is slow in
Dharwad.
No one here is in a
Real hurry.
You wake up,
Go in search of
Breakfast with friends.
Hours simply pass,
As sipping chai
Takes a lot of laugh.
So comes lunchtime,
Roti, curd, rice and
Sambar.
Food here is a wormhole.
Noon-nap that follows
Is a blackhole.
You just belch, yawn.
And mysteriously you
Slip to the evening.
Sleepy eyes as the
Light fades,
Can anything get slower
Than this sombre?
Gurmit-mirchi-chai
And some more
Laughter..and
You're back to bed
After a fat dinner.
Dreams bore fruits
Only in sleep.
Fed-up,
The monk who couldn't
Grow beard,
Decided to leave..
Saying..
Even leaves take
Their own time
To fall..
Time does really pass
Slowly in Dharwad.
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