As pensive it may seem,
there is but one psyche,
of naïveté beyond repair ;
and doing as they like……
The gong does sound at noon,
for lunch , move they ;
not a mile ,
yet a quarter too soon.
The lash of the manor,
befalls one and all.
Of lonely sons and slovenly daughters,
born in spring , and by autumn they fall.
________R.Ajay.kumar