The Chores Never End

The alarm ring pierced my ear,
Waking me up from a blissful dream.
The dream was as merry as I was in it.
It stole me away into dreamland,
Slowly, away from this real world.

It swept me into the wonders of Mother Nature.
Flowers bloomed till my sight reached,
The soft breeze kissing my cheeks left me beaming.
Wherever I turned my gaze,
A blessing of nature was present to greet me.

Creepers waved as if they were performing a bolero,

Leaves hustled, inviting me to their company.
The river babbled, and the fishes swam freely.
Their moves were carefree and wild.
Fear did not even touch them.
As they were in the lap of Mother Nature.
Grass near the river swayed too.
Chatting with the weeds nearby, they gossiped for hours.
Time seemed to stop, and the earth appeared still.

The second ring of the alarm shrieked into my ears.
Waking me ruthlessly, shoving me back into the real world.
Morning chores welcomed me with hands spread wide.
Breakfast was over, but some dishes were still in the sink, I knew.
At once, the tomatoes and potatoes echoed, We need you.
The cooker whistled, proving once again,
That he was my accomplice, true.

I tried to breathe in,

I remember the clean breeze in my dream.
But clothes in the washing machine started swooshing,
Pleading with me to treat them with a fragrant after wash.
As I fulfilled their wish, I heard a small entreat.
The dust particles craned their necks,
Begging me to send them back to nature.
They said, ‘Four walls are not our style’.
In the lap of Mother Nature, we smile.

An afternoon nap was not destined, as a few guests arrived.
Serving them the best food and gesture,
It was my first and foremost chore.
When we finished the evening snacks, we all had a lovely time.
They left smiling, leaving my heart satisfied.
Just when my body was about to give up,
I smiled and said, “Just a few hours more lined up.”

After dinner, small chores were in the queue.

They appeared like giants to me, though.
I peeped around, scanning for any work that was left undone.
Though my senses and limbs appealed to me in a low voice,
‘We are done.’
After all, they were my faithful companions.
I decided to let them have their way.
As I collapsed on the bed, my eyelids hugged tight.
My weary mind was eager and ready,
To escape into the world of fantasy.

Something felt similar, the grass, the river.
I was about to breathe in the fresh zephyr.
The screeching alarm pierced my ear.
I realised, breaking up with the bed,
It can be heartbreaking at times.

Parting myself from my soft bed, my best friend,
I whispered with a smile, The chores never end.

-By Hema.

https://blogbyhema.com/2021/02/19/my-collection-of-poems/



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