When the evening glimmers day slowly turns dead <br />I peek at my watch sweet six in my head <br />Walk in windy sprint in cheerful childly gait <br />To reach home in time meet you sweet mate! <br /> <br />When the few hours seeming like weeks <br />Roll out prolonged till they reach six <br />I pick up my bag leave the tedium behind <br />To reach home in time my sweet mate in mind! <br /> <br />When the day unfolds bland time slowly ticks <br />The clock acts too lazy to reach the magic six <br />I hold on the belief the evening won’t be late <br />To ferry me in time to my waiting sweet mate! <br /> <br />When nothing seems to tick except my weary watch <br />As it trundles into six I say thank you very much <br />For though you ran so lazy reached six at any rate <br />To tell the time is ripe to rush home for sweet mate! <br /> <br />When each hour passes mundanely alike <br />Work drags slowly painting the day prosaic <br />Past its burned hours beyond the toil’s sweat <br />Chimes the magical six it’s time for sweet mate!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-she/
