My days are so slow and rhythmic;
The toll of time bothers me not
Nowhere to rush
Now, there's no drudgery
Every work - at home
Becomes an enjoyable art.
There's time to listen to the chirp of birds
No butterfly escapes my sight
Every nod of plants and the smile of flowers fills my heart
Whistling out to the little fishes in the pond
And watching them gaily swim.
Even the trickling of the monsoon
Fills my mind and heart
With unknown melodies..........so delightful...........
The pleasure of greeting my beloved and littleones
With a softness
With no unknown pressures at heart.
Everything becomes so enjoyable
I've now an excess account of time in my account
Wherein I lull myself
Within the quietest seams of Myself and the Almighty
O dear, for the countless blessings received.
