When I retire to bed <br />Londoners get out for an evening stroll. <br />The Easterners will be snoring <br />And the Bay of Bengal is deep asleep. <br /> <br />Americans will be rushing to offices <br />And Africans would be having their evening tea. <br />The far Westerners yawn after a sleep <br />And the sun is young over the Amazonian glade. <br /> <br />When I wake up <br />Americans get ready to snore. <br />Londoners would be dreaming <br />And Australians would be taking their lunch. <br /> <br />When I take my lunch <br />New York City lies under a starry night. <br />Over Sidney, the sun takes a last wink <br />And marches on towards Europe.<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-retire-to-bed/
