Everything around is in a slow motion,
Laziness is now a prominent emotion..
The mood surrounding is seemingly low,
Time in my watch too is ticking slow..
The air is dull and the day is boring,
Being half asleep, I am almost snoring..
Everyday is the same, there's nothing new,
I am cynical of following this routine too..
Ages have passed and still many pending,
It feels to me this day is never ending..
Thought of taking a walk for a while,
But every step I take feels like a mile..
Not an ounce of energy to boost my mood,
Tried to vitalize in every way I could..
Having lost all the vigor, I had in store,
A change for good isn't happening anymore..
My body too has lost all remaining momentum,
Like a mannequin on my desk, in my sanctum..
Laying on my chair with an impassive face,
Even a blink of an eye, is hard to trace..
Pessimistic thoughts are troubling my mind,
Even a pinch of optimism is hard to find..
Strangely enough, in such a dreadful time,
I have tuned my words, I am able to rhyme..
Written in every verse, is simply what i feel,
How easily could I manage this without a zeal..
Assonance is created by scripting every line,
Yes! ! The poet inside me is still working fine..
Abhijit Surve
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-working-fine/
