nothing to do but sleep , then wake up and take a shower.
No deadlines to meet , no Bosses to please
no stacks of dusty files which force you to wheeze.
Eat at leisure and without looking at the clock
no guilty junk take aways that make you a flabby sock.
No traffic on the roads when you start back for home
old friends everywhere when on the Mall road you do roam.
Crispy white and pinkish linen on the bed
to warmth , love and affection you are wed.
Beautiful girls with slender necks and deep dark eyes
rosy cheeks , long hair and friendly smiles.
Bright Sun , cool breeze and thin white clouds
shade from Pines and Deodars which shroud.
Oh my sweet sweet sweetest dear Nothing Hour
I don't know what, how or where you are.
The only thing I know is that I want to be in you
and do the things I can't normally do.
Be nothing if only for an hour a day
and wish all the business away.
Pink Lilies , roses and the light green grass
fresh morning nectar from them stored up in brass.
Your hand on the soft back of a wench
Gourmont , Wilde and may be a discourse in French.
Sunset , drizzle and the smell of the earth
purity, innocence and beauty in no dearth.
Slowly the night descends and off to sleep
dreams full of calm and peaceful retreats.
Oh my sweet sweet sweetest Nothing Hour
I wish I knew what , how or where or who you are.
