Are there shackles tied to his bedpost, because he isn't getting up. <br /> <br />And when he does, a half-hearted walk out of the bedroom followed by a yawn drenched in fading sleepiness. <br /> <br />The sun well up and the rest of the world up and moving, he began his monotonous routine of yawns and stretches. <br /> <br />Then, he relaunched himself onto the couch and turned on the television. <br /> <br />Glued and subdued he sat, he seemed so interested, until a yawn was let out of his mouth. <br /> <br />Then, it was of to crunching and munching his daily dose of chips dipped in chutney.His utter satisfaction revealed through a loud <br />burp which broke the symphony of silence pervading in the room. <br /> <br />A glance out through the window, to the other world, so sophisticated and intricated, he felt their weird lives to be! <br /> <br />And then, he relaunched himself onto the couch, confined to his four brick-walled home, resuming what he calls life!<br /><br />Govind S Harigovindam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confined-8/
