And The Grain Is Never Ground

The grain is never ground, the grain is never ground

I start to mill, to grind the grain

Oh! It’s already noon, let me start it tomorrow afresh

I come the next day, and notice that the stack has strengthened



Making up my mind I start to mill, my neighbor yells to me

Ahoy! It’s the festive day, come let’s enjoy

Musings, gossips and party, and no work for the day

I come the next day, and notice that the stack has strengthened



Determined to grind the grain, I start to mill

But I lose to the global home, travelling in its length all around

Meeting my old friends, and having useless talks

I come the next day, and notice that the stack has strengthened



I start to mill unflinching, the mistress shows up and smiles

Her words reaching me without a stay, with gentle caresses within the words

I return to mill, but realize that day star took my license with him

I come the next day, and notice that the stack has strengthened



Forging a stubborn spirit, I start to mill

But heavenly seas carry me to the foreign lands

Making all my fantasies come true, while I reel on my couch

I come the next day, and notice that the stack has strengthened



Single minded I start to mill, to grind my grain

But my black box blocks my feet, and buzzes in my ear

And shows me the worlds in it, and I realize it’s difficult to come out

I come the next day, and notice that the stack has strengthened



Hell-bent on grinding my grain, I start to mill

And then twig it’s a weekend, and revert

For I believe, weekends are meant for zest

I come the next day, and notice that the stack has strengthened



The lonely chill seeps from within, for the fear of the grain never being ground

I see myself in a barren city, alone and unattended

For I ran out of the grain and see no reason to survive and thrive



The weekday begins and the cycle continues

I come the next day, and notice that the stack has even more strengthened

The grain is never ground, the grain is never ground