Duty

Nimble is my thought 

But feeble is my action.

Dreamy is my eyes but feeble is my action. 

Miles I have to go, 

But enervated are my legs. 

How can success give me her embrace, 

When I don't become assiduous? 

How can happiness allow me to own her when I don't become disciplined? 

Questions arise in mind, 

But blanket winks at me 

And the breeze of a fan from ceiling 

Tousle my hair,

I sleep 

And never wake up for duty 

Till alarm clock 

Yells at me in the morning.