on a listless noon !
the noon sits heavily upon the earth--
the sullen wind grumbles through the tired leaves-
the trees droop down their gloomy branches-
the roaside noises punch my aching head ;
the clouds are stickily stagnant
as the moss -spread on a soulless lake-
the time fades lazily
as the curling smoke thread from the incense stick-
one by one the black clouds devour the afternoon sun
and the sun wriggles out of their throats sluggishly-
the nature is listless and sober
as my dreams of life !