Now is not the time

The Sun

fighting the chill

reaches down with its infinite arms

permeates my skin

and courses through my veins

intoxicating me.

My eyelids droop in response

as I feel

the cold retreating

the sounds receding

and all thoughts dwindling to a blackness

until

a rising tide of guilt

washes over me

and jolts me back to the shore.

I open my eyes, and get up.

‘Cause now is not the time

to slacken the grip

to go easy

to be pleased with myself.

Now is the time

to shake off this false weariness

this treacherous satisfaction

and keep walking.

For the world is

full of people

who think

they have done enough.

And someone up above

smiles sadly

for they had only just begun.

Sundaram Chauhan

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