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.