Indolence

The scorching rays of sun

The loneliness of being alone

Books scattered around

The examination week has begun

Long list of subjects to prepare

But enthusiasm to study has gone.

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Ticking a Dashain box

The days melt into weeks

Watching the butterflies, birds and people's squeak

I make round the clock

Sleeping and planning for the trip to desert

Really, summer invites indolence

But slowly even the summer gets gone.

Jacketed, thick clothes and hot coffee

There comes the winter

Those essences of burning firewood

Those downy snows in window ledge

Invigorates me

But the warmth of my bed 

Languishes me.

Again, I make round the clock

This time Laying down and promising to wake up

Why the minutes turn to hour so fast?

I compile the task to be done for the last time

'Could be done later' says the mind.

Even the winter invites indolence

But slowly even the winter gets gone.