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written by: Dr Santosh Bakaya


“The time is now, the time is now.”
Sings the warbler, and how!
Admiring the women who come and go
Not talking of Michelangelo
But lisping to their kids going to school
Toeing the every weekend rule.
Here a coo, there a coup
One robust sunray, followed by two
No dithering No shilly-shallying
No dilly-dallying.
Says a lone cloud “I have got the moves.”
So it grooves and grooves
Seizing the day.
More clouds groove to some funky tune
Merrily sings the warbler from the sand dune.
A chirp, a tweet
A happy greet.
On the overcrowded street
Walks a boy in uniform neat
Shoes burnished, smile crisp
The balmy breeze tries to lisp
A message of hope, and not procrastination
“The time is now, the time is now
Seize the day.”
The sun listens to the warbler and tries to dethrone
The clouds windblown.
Under the tree, the happy cobbler, cobbles away
The warbler warbles as the clouds scurry and sway.
The world plunges headlong into the maelstrom of another day.
Here a coo, there a coup.
“The time is now, the time is now!”
Sings the warbler and how!

Dr Santosh Bakaya

Dr Santosh Bakaya

SEPT/OCT 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
An academician, essayist-novelist -poet, I have an insane passion to write about everything under the sun or the moon! Some of my books like Ballad of Bapu: [a poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi] and Where are the lilacs? [a collection of 111 peace poems] have been internationally acclaimed. Flights from my terrace is my ebook of 58 essays on Smashwords .
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