TIME II

Chasing the hen with the broken tether
that spilled the herb in my colander
in vengeance to appease my empty pot.
This fugitive hen with the broken tether
I am sure, is sweating as profusely as I am
but for her feathery cat-suit.

Down, down goes the galactic light server.
soon the earth would light its bedside lamp
but before I sign my eyes out of this world
of dreams tethered to uncertainties
I will add up the wasted hours
while the hen with the reconnected tether
sleeps in peace till another dawn