The sluggish moments trudge ahead,

With cumbrous steps and strikes,

And the short day towed too far.

The snooty sun, shorn of its blaze,

Ails in the cloud’s hoary couch.       

The sky lowers in the distant horizon, 

And marks a kiss on the dim and dizzy earth.   

The air bears chilly bristles,

And sweeps each object with a cold top.    

The indolent limbs sprawl under the stale bedspread,

 And no errand raises the feet to embark the day on.   

……..Dr. Fathema Begum