On Snore and Snail

      On   Snore  and  snail

It is  a  midway   between  City and  Town

and  Hamlet.  A peculiar  time  for  celebrations:

Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, Martyr’s  Day,

Children’s  Day, All go well in their

well   set cuisine. Hassel free.

Blissful  eventide  falls,

Poet  carefully  sits  and types

On  Karma’s plight;

A  prolonged   snoring

dismantling   all our Peace.

This   loud, snoring  ringing and  rhythmic

at  breathed  intervals, a  disturbance

in the  room  for  the inmates.

But,  for  the persona,  a blissful

Sleep, poly vocalic language.

A child  claps  at  the sudden ,

Clasps   at  the   pillows   and

Bedspreads    and    colorful

 Sheets   strewn, some piled up.

Snoring  amidst  coir  sponge.

Yonder, on the clipped lawn,

Snail, seeks  to  maintain  its  ( celerity).

A linguist perhaps would clap

to beat  in tune with the rhythmic

Syllable count of snore  and  snail.