I am tired now.
My soul yearns for rest.
My limbs stiffly hang,
I wish to brood back in my nest.
To churn out the best in me,
I need to refresh,
I still sleep standing
With limbs tied in life’s mesh.
In life, there’s no pause,
Only stop and quit
The life finds its meaning
By feeding the wit.
But just for now, this chase
Is kept at bay, at halt
I’ll meet my basic today, after an age
I’ll revise who am I by default.
We are all hungry—
The soul, wit and figure,
A good rest for some time
Would recharge my valour and vigour.